Letterbox

I left it in the letterbox
The taps all drip and nothing locks
And the water takes a while to heat
And there is usually nothing much to eat

The neighbours play Jack Johnson covers
Never heard of modern lovers
My housemates drank the Golden Ball
The house is cluttered, cold and small

There should be champagne instead of gin
But I don't care, you're moving in

The piano's really out of tune
I saw a mouse run through my room
But I bought a new toothbrush for you
See, mine is blue and yours is blue

The tulips on the table died
But there's bicycles for you to ride
No microwave and no TV
But there's lots of books and, sometimes, me

I'm putting all my shit in boxes
Throwing out my life before
Packing up my tricks and hoaxes
I don't need them anymore

And I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here
Oh, I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here

I left it in the letterbox
The taps all drip and nothing locks
And I won't be there to let you in
But it's your house now, and I have been

All by myself with all your letters
I have been living alone
I wish this place was so much better
But I don't care, you're coming home

And I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here
Oh, I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here