Bedbugs

There’s no hope, this is a terminal city
But don’t that make it pretty?
Don’t that make it nice?

And I’ alright, I’m making all of my payments
I’m keeping off the pavement
I’m keeping up with the time

And I don’t need to worry ‘bout those empty buildings
Oh they got me spilling
But cleaning up over night

I’m safer inside, I paint the walls around me
Til all I see is beauty
Til everything is alright

I love my moral, I can hear you calling
I’m crawling away under my skin
Somewhere deep within

And while I’m awake I’m staring at the ceiling
I’m feeling scratches on my bed