The Flooding Basement and the Carriage Strung Lyrics

Blunt guts and cigarette butts

In the coffee cups and beer cans

That I spit out groggily in the morning

Hurl into my trashcan

The landlady upstairs scurried outside the basement door

Knob dropped clattered down stairs

Sighed to myself

Removed the cloth of the typewriter

Keys cold on my fingers

"Hello it's me Margaret and if you must know I am not sober"

When father lies on his deathbed

Will he think of the music we made and the scripts to mend?

Or about how Autumn falls and it might never fall again?

Lift my hand to scratch my head, my scalp is damp and my hair is wet

Grabbed some duct tape to patch the pipes overhead

The vacuous space that the page conveys

Spread words across its surface digging roaches out the ashtray

"I am the woman in the flooded basement

And I don't want to live if it's without you"

How did it all get so frail and frightfully irreversible?

Pretty women don't light their own cigarettes

But here I am

What am I tirelessly working for?