hoarder Testo

I keep finding new things wrong with me
I’m an old house built by the sea
Termites chewing my bones
It would take a miracle

Feeling like I can’t make a sound
Even if there’s no one around
Black mold in the drywall
It would take a miracle
To bring me back into working order
If I stayed intact would you be my hoarder?

I’m unliveable, inhospitable
Strip all the metal out of me
Uninhabitable, unimaginable
Ew. It would take a miracle

I keep picking old things off the ground
Places I’ve met, people I’ve found
Through the gaps in the floor
I can see a miracle

Do you know why no one likes it here?
All of the smells, all of the fear
Dripping off of the walls
It would be a miracle

To slip through the cracks, be my new disorder
What would you keep if you were my hoarder? Rotting debris in the stagnant water
Where could you sleep if you were my hoarder?

I’m unliveable, inhospitable
Falling apart at the seams
Uninhabitable, unimaginable
Ew. It would take a miracle