In My Apartment Lyrics

Apt A is cold as ice because she's knows she's hot

Apt B's a communist but hogs the parking spot

And Apt C's a mystery and always carries cash

We'd probably be frustrated but he's where we get our stash

The guy who lives below me is an early divorcé

And the gal who lives above me got her heart broke yesterday

And I wonder if they're meant to be but'll never find the door

And all that's in their way is just my ceiling and my floor

And when I got mugged my neighbors were the ones that rubbed my back

Living thin in these one-bedrooms while we keep our landlord fat

Yeah it's just the 81 of us, the laundry, and the rat

But I don't mind it

In my apartment

There's nothing in between us but some plaster

In my apartment

We gossip and we spy and we have sex

In my apartment

Never asked to be a part of this collective

Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks

And a massive complex

The guy across the hall is such a natural with plants

That he gets a pretty garden and the rest of us get ants

The man upstairs, once came down, and told us to be fair

But sometimes I'm not even sure he really lives up there

The girl next door is married, but I'm holding out a fight

'Cause her boy's either a cheater, or he just works at night

There's a elderly old woman, who always asks me for the time

She's lived her since the seventies, so her rent is half of mine

And I never see my family, and I don't have many friends

And it's funny to imagine that the day I reach the end

I'll have spent more time with strangers, I could barely comprehend

But I don't mind it

In my apartment

There's nothing in between us but some plaster

In my apartment

We gossip and we spy and we have sex

In my apartment

Never asked to be a part of this collective

Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks

And a massive complex

And if I'm lucky enough to find

A house that's cheap enough I can buy

I know I'll get peace and quiet

But somehow miss the screaming and crying

Of eighty people all living and dying

And I don't mind it

In my apartment

There's nothing in between us but some plaster

In my apartment

We gossip and we spy and we have sex

In my apartment

Never asked to be a part of this collective

Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks

You live next door right?

In my apartment

There's nothing in between us but some plaster

In my apartment

We gossip and we spy and we have sex

In my apartment

Never asked to be a part of this collective

Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks

And a massive complex