What If We Were Bedbugs

What if we were bed bugs in an old abandoned house?
Where it smells so bad a beer can of cigarettes and mouths
Spray cans on the floor and graffiti on the walls
And holes in the roof through which rain and snow would fall

You could snuggle up to me as we shelter from a storm
And wrap your legs around you to help yourself stay warm
We sat and dreamed of some place where the sky was full of stars
Where people dance flamenco with roses and guitars

But alas we'd hitch a ride on a chest sent from Madrid
And grieve that we were drifters stuck forever in the game