He lives in the flat below. At the dead of night. Hammering, disturbing me. I'm scared and he frightens me. . He never puts his rubbish out. We've never met.
La, la, la, la. La, la, la, la. La. La, la, la, la. . La, la, la, la. La, la, la, la. La. La, la, la, la. . They never made it easy. Two bit rejects. Spasm of identity.
This rooms dimensions. I know them off by heart by now. They're stored, remembered. And this disturbs me, my personality. . I'm living longer. There's less insomnia and stress.