Seattle Washington - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

It’s always tight at the end of the month

Until that check comes, there’s nothing for lunch

I’m sick of all my stuff and halfway broke

To tired to pretend that I’m not sick of my friends

Some days I’m sorry that I ever moved here

Some days I think about moving back in with my folks

Some days I think about moving up north

The rent is cheaper I can have a house and a porch

To watch the rain, walk out in the rain

Stand under the rain and let Seattle wash me