Krow's Journal

By Barenaked Ladies

Broke into the old apartment. This is where we used to live.

Broken glass, broke and hungry, broken hearts and broken bones. This is where we used to live.

Why did you paint the walls? Why did you clean the floor? Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?

But this is where we used to live. Why did you keep the mousetrap? Why did you keep the dishrack? These things used to be mine. I guess they still are. I want them back!

Broke into the old apartment. 42 steps from the street.

Crooked landing, crooked landlord, narrow laneway filled with crooks. This is where we used to live.

 Why did they pave the lawn? Why did they change the locks? Why did I have to break in? I only came here to talk!

But this is where we used to live. How is the neighbor downstairs? How is her temper this year? I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun.

I know we don't live here anymore. We bought an old house out by Danforth. She loves me and her body keeps me warm. I'm happy again.

But this is where we used to live. Broken into your old apartment. Tore the phone out of the wall. Only memories, fading memorie, blending into dull tableaux.

I want them back. I want them back.