My First Apartment

Keys in my palm, Paint on the frame. One crooked lamp, one chair with no name. The sink makes a cough, the window sticks shut. I found a deadbolt and a coffee mug rusted With dust. I swung the door wide and laughed at the Echo. Nothing here fits yet, but it's mine, So I let go. My first apartment. My first apartment. Cardboard couch and a thrift store floor. My first apartment. My first apartment. I can hear my heart through the plaster door. A box full of plates, a broom with one Tooth. A plant on the sill trying hard to Stay loose. The upstairs footsteps keep time on the night. I burn a cheap candle and the room feels Almost right. I still miss the old road, the noise and The faces, but this little square got room for My mistakes and... My first apartment. My first apartment. Cardboard couch and a thrift store floor. My first apartment. My first apartment. I can hear my heart through the plaster door. One crack in the wall, one song on repeat. Bare feet on the boards where the winter comes In. I don't need a lot, just a key And a light. Just a place to come home and Make a life. My first apartment. My first apartment. Cardboard couch and a thrift store floor. My first apartment. My first apartment. I can hear my heart through the plaster door. My first apartment. My first apartment. A little old kingdom with a front door. My first apartment. My first apartment. I was lost, now I live here more.