stoop kid

This city has its share of stairs, la-da-da, da-da
And if you stay there, then no one cares, la-da-da, da-da
These boxes I should probably recycle
This city has its share of stairs, la-da-da, da-da

I haven't eaten in so long
Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
I'd like to travel the world, babe
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop

The concrete breaks my heart again, la-da-da, da-da
Some kids walk by, I spit at them, la-da-da, da-da
The grocery store will still be there tomorrow
The concrete breaks my heart again, la-da-da, da-da

I want a therapist more fucked up than me
Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
And I look in your eyes like a deer looks into headlights
But the stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop

If I had a little time, maybe I could start to find my way out
But every time I move my feet, dance my way onto the street, I lose it
There's still beer cans on the step, I pretend that I have kept on purpose
But when the trash man comes around, I just start to feel so down
I can't move

La-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da

I haven't eaten in so long
Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
I'd like to travel the world, babe
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)

But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop (afraid to leave)