Between the Rent and Me

You were just swinging like a dime

Posing with no reason and no rhyme

Did you help me find the long way home

Sing me songs that I did not know

Id been waking up for quite some time

Workers breaking pavement outside

Then one day at the bus stop getting high

All legs and all hair dye

This is where I realize

My trouble comes with bluest eyes

Now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do

To stare at the floor and not to look at you

What do you think I am leaning on the wall

What do you think I am or do you think at all

This is where I realize

My trouble comes with bluest eyes

Now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do

To stare at the floor and not to look at you

I flavor to taste because taste is free

There are so few things between the rent and me

You were standing outside of the lines

You were just swinging like a dime

You were something of a charity

And I wanted you to give some to me

But what do you think I am the smoke in your clothes

What do you think I am or do you think at all