there's too much drama in the 513
everyone at the party is looking at me
they wonder what I'm going to do
you and your boys need to fucking leave
and take that bitch with you
I get the crowd to simmer down
which leads to more complaining
gossip runs the rumor mill
no one quite knows what to do
but I frown and pace wanting to go
while watching kids move to and
now I'm home again in safety and comfort
here I can sit back and relax
play my guitar and sing a few lines
I bathe in the night-time light
the perch is a home and wood floors
are my branches
So I wake up at my leasure
give my eyes a rub and pick up the receiver
what's up kids and how's your day
she says her name is julia
but gina calls her jules
the girls at work all hate eachother
end up fighting for the dimes
he wonders why it sucks so bad
but nothing ends up different
make a buck and have a drink
hit on those really dumb girls
I look around and the walls are screaming
with words symbols ideas and destruction
but what else could there be
this is expression and life
sprayed on these walls
can you read?