I like to sit on our stairs
And listen to my parents bicker
Well, by bicker what I mean
Is I listen to the shout and scream
We have no money
We're in debt
Another of our tenants has just left
I feel bad for asking
May I have this?
May I have that?
I promise I will hardly ask
This can't happen
And yet it can
It broke, it bent, it's nothing now
I feel bad for feeling
So sad, so helpless
So hollow inside
I promise all of this I'll hide
And all of this makes me more sure
When I listen and listen, sat on my stair
And hear them scream and shout down there
That love in the end how ever true
is just a waste.