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Dear Landlord Dream Homes

Have you ever served food to tall dark handsome men in suits trading business cards and trading well practiced handshakes too call you buddy, call you

in hell with the drunken Christians they're away from their parents for the first time they can't take it what does your dream home look like what does your dream home

porch where the night before we drank ourselves to sleep stick between a drunken daydream and real eviction threats I thought that you might love me fuck the landlord

Not tonight, don't make that awful sound it's dragging me farther down taking out all the fight, holding me to the ground making my enemies proud and

It's a long walk home when you feel dead on your feet and it's hard to hold your head up on nights like these you can feel the warehouse hours breaking

She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well smokes my cigarette just like it's her last all kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me and

Yeah she's a doormat so be sure to wipe your feet scrape off all the shit you got into this week yeah she's used to it, two long years of it twenty more