Vacate

I'm leaving
And you're seething,
Cause my rent is due
but I can't pay you.
Lonely nights
And the city bites.
So you count to 3...
1, 2, 3 go.

And it's raining over your head.
There's a warrant out for your arrest.
And you sing it sweet in light.
The door is open wide.
Vacate.

State your rights
And then pay a price.
Now there's a hole in your head
And you are looking so sad.