flip this house

people think they can just waltz into my life like they own the place. like i don't already fucking live here. they rip up the floorboards, bang holes into the walls, break the windows, like i don't fucking want any privacy or some kind of stability. like it's a fucking free-for-all in here. yeah, well, this is my life, and i'd really fucking like it if you'd get the fuck out.

i'm tired of you tracking dogshit and idiocy on my nice carpets and i'm sick of insomnia and the hulls of dead dreams blowing across the floor like dry leaves. it's all from you, and if i could get some fucking sleep for once, i wouldn't be so pissed about the fact that you threw your own broken dreams at my life and shattered the windows. thanks a lot, asshole.