Notice of Eviction - The Bronx

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 want to put my life on hold

You really want to see my growing old with you

Like a naive friend

But I, 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

And 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

Oh give me just a little bit more time

Just a little bit