State Street Residential

Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin, Because it hasn't sunk in... so far. Well it's a drab routine, the dust starts building, Until it's hard to come clean. Then nine months stack up to an addictive crutch, As if the drink weren't enough. A stagger cannot compete. There's no charm in the residential state street. And if I was sober, Would I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober, Would I rip hearts apart like paper? I wish you could know better than you show, With parted lips pointing down. That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do. And if I was sober, Would I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober, Would I rip hearts apart like paper? And what a difference it'd make. And what a difference it'd make. And if I was sober, Would I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober, Would I rip hearts apart like paper? And what a difference it'd make. And what a difference it'd make. --- State Street Residential - Death Cab for Cutie