Dorm Phase

Just a month
Till I abort my dorm phase
And I’m sick of everything
I wish that I could
Afford a mortgage
But I don’t have anything
Whoa
I’ve got a closet
Full of dirty clothes
Ten bucks a wash
Think we’re made of gold?
Every couple weeks
I do 2 loads ya!
It wouldn’t bug me if it
Worked all right
If I never had to wait all night
Or till morning for my clothes to dry ya!
The elevator
In our building blows
The funny sound it makes
Who really knows
If the cable’s going
To let go ya!
I’m gonna miss the
Emergency stop
My sticky shoes
From the dried up pop
Or every morning
When the thing locks up ya!
Oh whoa
I’m fucking finally leaving
Oh whoa
This place is so deceiving
Oh whoa
I’m fucking finally leaving