Vacate

Vacate, you get the fuck outta my house
Vacate, hope that door hits you one your, way out
I hope it hits you where the sun don't shine

Vacate, don't you open up your mouth
Vacate, pack all things and, get on out
Into the night shrouded by doubt

Betrayed, in a few month's time
Malignant cancer masquerades, as benign
In a house I thought I could call mine

Vacant, of words left to say to you
Paranoia grows and realities not getting through
The whole universe askew

Thankful, to call you all my friends
Again, apologize for all the things I've done and said
I crawled through shit and then came out clean at the Ritz

No vacancy, in my new home
For all the demons up in my head I told you leave it alone
You're making me shout
Get the, fuck out of my house



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Piros
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