Rented Room

Just kind of livin' in a rented room
And I've been tryin' to stop obsessin' you
There really isn't all that much to do
When you're livin' in a rented room

Playin' records in a rented room
"Hotter than Hell" into "Bark at the Moon"
Certain things they get really hard to do
When you're livin' in a rented room

I've been thinkin' 'bout the things we did
The things we talked about and the lives that we lived
When things got bad, we would just drink and sit
When things were still good, we would dance

Started coming here two years ago
They play the right kind of rock 'n' roll
The drinks are cheap and they leave you alone
I go downstairs and have a drink or two

She used to take off her tights, turn out the lights
Get into bed, she fit me just right
My pillow still tastes like her perfume
She used to wake up at dawn, put on her robe
Walk out on our lawn all sleepy and slow
Now I live up above a saloon

I bathe in the dark
It feels like the womb
I know I should be gettin' over you
Certain things are really hard to do

I bathe in the dark
It feels like the womb, I
I know I should be gettin' over you
Certain things they get really hard to do

I bathe in the dark
It feels like the womb
I know I should be gettin' over you
Certain things are really hard to do
We are livin' in a rented room



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Finn
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