Since the day I let you in
Feeling so cosmopolitan
Don't you know I tried so hard to make a home for you
Oh but my cupboard's mostly empty
And you always get upset
And now I'm working nights for nickels
Just to feed my favorite pit
I know it's easy to remind me of the things I haven't got
It'd be better if you left me here to rot
You say that it's a choice to make a message with my voice
But I'm on eggshells when I walk around the living room
Cause at the end of the day my nightly news is inundated with your views
I start to think there isn't nothing I can do
Cause you move mountains with your anger
You swell oceans when you're sad
And you start wars with your rejoicing
And you treated me so bad
There is a conflict here of interest
The interest isn't mine
I start to think about leaving you behind
Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained
Now someone's dying on a dance floor, you can say that we're the same but it's a lie
War machines and power dreams and racist, h*mophobic schemes can't orient themselves to give the people what they need
The ones who live to lead our fights
The ones who died to gain our rights
The ones who left it on your cutting floor
Now you turned out the lights
I know I tried