You’re half dirt
You’re half cement
You’re the only part of the house that I can afford to rent

You freeze all winter
You flood all spring
Then, in the summertime, you are a spider factory

Basement I need you
I think you need me, too
If I had to move upstairs
I wouldn’t know what to do

I don’t need windows
I don’t need heat
All I need is a deep, dark hole where I can
Get high and sleep

Basement I love you
I think you love me, too
I would never move upstairs
I couldn’t do that to you

You’re full of trash
You’re full of mold
You’re full of roommate boxes
That I should’ve sold