In My Apartment Songtext

Philip Labes

von Summer

In My Apartment Songtext
Apartment A is cold as ice
Because she's knows she’s hot
And Apartment B's a communist
But hogs the parking spot
And Apartment C's a mystery
And always carries cash
We’d probably be frustrated but he's where we get our stash

The guy who lives below me
Is a recent divorcé
And the gal who lives above me
Got her heart broke yesterday
And I wonder if they're meant to be
But'll never find the door
And all that's in their way is just my ceiling and my floor

And when I got mugged my neighbors
Were the ones that rubbed my back
Living thin in these one-bedrooms
While we keep our landlord fat
Yeah it's just the 81 of us, the laundry, and the rat
But I don't mind it

In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex

The guy across the hall
Is such a natural with plants
That he gets a pretty garden
And the rest of us get ants
The man upstairs, once came down
And told us to be fair
But sometimes I’m not even sure he really lives up there

The girl next door is married
But I’m holding out a fight
'Cause her boy’s either a cheater
Or he just works at night
There's a elderly old woman
Who always asks me for the time
She's lived her since the seventies, so her rent is half of mine

And I never see my family
And I don't have many friends
And it’s funny to imagine
That the day I reach the end
I'll have spent more time with strangers I could barely comprehend
But I don't mind it

In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex

And if I'm lucky enough to find
A house that's cheap enough I can buy
I know I'll get peace and quiet
But somehow miss the screaming and crying
Of eighty people all living and dying

But I don't mind it

In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks

(Spoken) You live next door right?

In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex