The Old Apartment - Barenaked Ladies, Ben Grosse

Broke into the old apartment

This is where we used to live

Broken glass, broke and hungry

Broken hearts and broken bones

This is where we used to live

Why did you paint the walls?

Why did you clean the floor?

Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?

This is where we used to live

Why did you keep the mousetrap?

Why did you keep the dish rack?

These things used to be mine

I guess they still are, I want them back

Broke into the old apartment

Forty-two steps from the street

Crooked landing

Crooked landlord

Narrow laneway filled with crooks

This is where we used to live

Why did they pave the lawn?

Why did they change the locks?

Why did I have to break in, I only came here to talk

This is where we used to live

How is the neighbour downstairs?

How is her temper this year?

I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun

I know we don’t live here anymore

We bought an old house on the Danforth

She loves me and her body keeps me warm

I’m happy there

But this is where we used to live

Broke into the old apartment

Tore the phone out of the wall

Only memories, fading memories

Blending into dull tableaux

I want them back