The Northside, The L&L and Any Number of Crappy Apartments

Snow piled on tables, up on scales, into bags
Late night beer and smoke
Too sleepy and awake
Two sleepy and awake

Crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine
Clothes from a street cart, too much beer for the time
At hand
Night time passed by me again

Phone calls that should never be made
Phone calls that speed last night into today

So, where will you be in ten years?
This is the part where you don't stay right here
Smoking pain's a pang beneath the left ribcage
Gasping idle breathing, burning to these thoughts of leaving

Was it cold hands gripping fears
Of being all alone
In the world?
When I got there, I'm choking in my sleep

Fostered aching tension, demented bruised inventions
Unbelievable, burnt out and seasonal
And I've been saying this for years
Packing bags, not cleaning all of last night's empty beers

A war of words waged by the faithless
Screaming in deep sleep, unjustifiable stagnation
So where will I be in ten years?
Hopefully I won't be here

Where will you be in ten years?
Nose and eyes betray
Where will I be in ten years?
You never did believe me

Where will we be in ten years?
Under my own skin
This is the part where you don't say
This is the part where you don't stay