I Can't Live Like This
We sat there on the front porch
And I felt the need to run when I heard you yell
I was hoping (I was hoping) that you would just leave (just leave)
Why you always got to come back
But then you went to the fridge

I thought you would just die
But after you were hit by a car
I started to notice� no way!

Because you�re still stealing the cigarettes off of the kitchen table
And I can�t feel any better when I still smell your filth in my bathroom
There�s your fat ass still on the third floor
You�re still eating all of my food
Your everywhere but six feet under
And I can�t live like this

Now I�m passing all of these fast food restaurants
I�m sure you hit up that dollar menu every time you leave my house
And what about the neighbor�s house
They think you suck too

Now I�m staring at my phone
Waiting in the unknown for your fat ass to call the cops over stupid shit
It�s hard (so hard) to just let go� when your

Still stealing the cigarettes off of the kitchen table
And I can�t feel any better when I still smell your filth in my bathroom
There�s your fat ass still on the third floor
You�re still eating all of my food
Your everywhere but six feet under
And I can�t live like this

And my VCR
It don�t even work anymore
Your fat ass breaking (stealing) everything

But your still stealing the cigarettes off of the kitchen table
And I can�t feel any better when I still smell your filth in my bathroom
I can�t live like this

You�re still stealing the cigarettes off of the kitchen table
You�re still eating all of my food
You�re everywhere� everywhere
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