Hart Street

I watch a grown rat crawl back out in the rain Feed on the trash of a past failed dinner I made Watch the rain lift, replaced with immediate shame Every sewer stewing hot summer mud down a drain Ooh Why am I trying to get back to you? Ooh It's why I can't stay mad at you Ooh Even the odds and I'd come back to even the score Living paycheck to paycheck, but not anymore And there's no better place to put a foot at the door Cut me to pieces, and I'd be asking for more Ooh Why am I trying to get back to you? Ooh It's why I'm still so mad at you Ooh