Apartment 801 Songtext

There's nothing here to eat

but Airborne and EmergenC.

I use rabbit ears on my TV

for PBS and NBC.



But I set things up the way

I thought that you might like it.

All my furniture's

meticulously placed.

I can't control my thermostat.
Too hot or cold, and who needs that.

But I think we'll be just warm enough

when you come to stay.



I'm confused by love,

wondrous in the morning light

when you search me

with wide open eyes.

You'll be here in a week.



But sometimes I regress,

and I think I'm damned,

I'm scared you'll leave.

When you find out

the rest of me

on VH1 or MTV.



See, I am still so reckless.

Like the time I broke that necklace

that she gave me in a letter

just before she went to Greece.

Still so many pictures.

Every now and then I miss her.

But maybe that's the consequence

of dreaming for the seas.



The oven's way too small

but that's okay, 'cause I don't bake.

There's nothing to eat, anyway,

and nothing on the walls.



You'll be here in a week

and I'll pick you up and drive you home.

I love it when we're almost home

and you're

dancing, riding next to me.



Alas! Alas! There's nothing here

until you're here beside me.

And I won't fear the noises

of my kitchen in the night.

I hope you like my traffic cone

I stole from that convenience store.

I hope you like the parts of me

I find so hard to fight.