The Bronx
"Notice Of Eviction"

days
you always want to tell me lies
you try to sell me to the stars at night
you think i'm too uptight

love
you call me on the phone alone
you wish that i could stay
speaking pain in codes

telling me you still care through a dial tone

drugs
you really want to put my life on hold
you really want to see my growing old with you
like a naive friend
but i never want to face myself again
unless i'm coming true
speaking pain in codes
telling you that i know i'm no good alone
i've tried so hard just to be myself
but i've erased everything i was
i tried searching for the truth alone
and i remember everything i've done

i'm thinking everything will turn out fine
but i'm a little kid without a soul
give me just a little bit more time
just a little bit

say what you want to do to me or you
i don't care

right

i erased everything i know
give me just a little bit more time
to solve my future