She’s not old or orthodox
I don’t know why she called the cops
Two kids in the stairwell
They won’t do it again
I don’t yell or intervene
Cuz I don’t know how to keep things clean
Bad blood with the neighbors
Broken washing machine
He’s not cheap
He pays for lunch
He’s from the land of the Monster Munch
But all that charm just vanished
When the meeting came to an end
I don’t yell or intervene
Cuz I can’t tell what the hell he means
Bad blood with the waiter
Broken washing machine
No lie
The common spaces died
Old lies
Are hanging out to dry
I don’t care I’m leaving soon
Left my keys in the living room
Bad blood with the neighbors
Broken washing machine