Testo Post-Coital Tristesse

I found a new home between a neck and a collarbone.
And I've hung my photos from the ear lobes.

But this place is always snowed in,
It gets claustrophobic and I never know why.
The house you know is crumbling
And ceilings are leaking and I never know why.
We've got a broken AC, the hinges they creek,
And I continue to sign the lease.