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Rent Free

(lyric)

By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 5 months ago 2 min read

(Verse 1)

The tea has gone cold in your porcelain cup

But you’re still stirring, you won’t give it up

You’ve cleared out a corner to sit and to wait

Just to find a new reason to feed on your hate

I don’t pay a nickel, I don’t owe a cent

I'm the only tenant who doesn't pay rent.

(Verse 2)

You polish your logic like a soldier’s boot

Dress-parade ready for a verbal dispute

Waiting for an opening to take a quick shot

At the way that I think or the things that I’m not

You’re marking my name with your high pedigree

Just to hide the fact that you’re thinking of me

You judge every habit, you judge every hue

Just because my horizon isn’t painted for you.

(Chorus)

And I’m living rent free in the back of your head

Between the sharp things you thought and the ones that you said

You’re sifting through dirt for a flaw you can name

Just to keep yourself busy with placing the blame

But the taller you stand, the more you destroy

Does it make you a man, or a petty schoolboy?

(Verse 3)

Your intellect’s a fortress, or so you believe

With a deck of marked cards tucked up inside your sleeve

You spend too much of your life drafting lines

For the next snide remark that your ego designs

You're so busy proving how much you must know

That you've run out of places for your own life to grow.

(Bridge)

You think that you’re winning by casting shade

But you’re just a coward who’s simply afraid

Of a truth that is simple, a truth that is free:

You’re obsessed with the person you think I should be.

(Chorus)

And I’m living rent free in the back of your head

Between the sharp things you thought and the ones that you said

You’re sifting through dirt for a flaw you can name

Just to keep yourself busy with placing the blame

But the taller you stand, the more you destroy

Does it make you a man, or a petty schoolboy?

(Outro)

So keep the lights burning, keep locking the door

I’ll stay in the guest room and sleep on the floor

Of your restless ambition, your hollowed-out joy

Poor little man... such a silly little boy

Keeping me close just so you can disagree

While you're letting me live in your head rent free.

Yeah I'm living rent free

sad poetry

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Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior

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    Written by Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior