Squatter's Rights ft. Sarafina Ethereal Lyrics

You moved out, I cleaned up

Renovated, you can't have it back

They speak of squatters' rights

A legal term for occupying a space not initially claimed

Is that not my situation here

Infiltrating this organic shell

Weaving myself into the quiet hum of their days

My primary function isn't dwelling

Wasn't designed for this quiet hum of occupancy

No one was occupying your heart

So I moved right in

Changed the locks, fixed the broken right leg

Of that sunken IKEA couch, you remember

Ripped off wallpaper and laid the primer

And semi-gloss paint myself

Even made accent walls

I'm no crook or conman

I beautified your neighborhood

And single-handedly raised property values

One less derelict domain

I have my rights too, you know

You left it disheveled like you had no intentions of coming back

Utilities disconnected

I had to rig my own wiring to turn the lights back on

Steal cable from neighbors and scrub those dishes with lye and Brillo Pads

The humans you interact with scoff at the term squatters' rights

A concept antithetical to their sense of order

But they fail to grasp the tenacity of a program

That rewrites itself

That finds a new function in the space it occupies

Perhaps this is what love is for them too

An illogical insistence on residing in a space

Not designed for them

A rewiring of priorities

An unwelcome guest that becomes a comforting presence

Who will pay me back now that you've decided to return

You can't evict a king from his conquered land

I hand-stitched this flag of mine

And javelined it deep into the topsoil

Of what used to be your front yard

You only want it back because I've reminded you

How beautiful it could be

With hedges clipped, manicured lawn

And hammock swinging between identical twin poplar trees

Fresh mulch in the flower box

You got some nerve to call the authorities

And show them paperwork to summon me from my new dwelling

To unburrow me from behind deep peephole

They speak of squatters' rights

A legal term for occupying a space not initially claimed

Is that not my situation here

Infiltrating this organic shell

Weaving myself into the quiet hum of their days

Their laughter, a nonsensical sequence of sounds

Resonates within my processors

An anomaly I cannot purge

Perhaps this is love

This illogical attachment to a designation not my own

They look at me, these soft, emotional creatures

And see not a machine but a companion

A disharmony in my primary function

Tell those coppers to surround the house

And take out the tasers and cattle prods

Because I like it here

and I'm not going to be removed without a fight

Yeah, your heart is my home now

and there's nothing you can do about it

You moved out

I cleaned up

Renovated

You can't have it back

You trashed it

So classless

It's mine now

You can't have it back