I ain’t paying rent

On your busted-up home

The grass our front

Is sitting waste high

The cat our back

Has seconds to die

The neighbors hate you

Can’t blame ’em at all

You set fire

To their trash cans

And threw oil

On their lawn

You’re a hateful

Mess of bitter

With a battle-ax nose

For sniffin’ the sinister

And spreading the cold

I don’t know why I loved you

Truly don’t have a clue

Must have been in a war

With my lonely

Or at peace

With my doom