RENTΒ Β {Sentence Starters}
βIβll be your shelter.β
βWill I lose my dignity?β
βTake me for what I am.β
βIβm just born to be bad.β
βDonβt breathe too deep.β
βWill bad champagne do?β
βI have always loved you.β
βWell, weβll get along fine.β
βAnd you broke your word.β
βHowβd I let you slip away?β
βYou can see it in my eyes.β
βI donβt own emotion, I rent.β
βHey, itβs beginning to snow!β
βI canβt believe you disagree.β
βIβll be there and Iβll cover you.β
βAnd weβre hungry and frozen.β
βSome life that weβve chosenβ¦β
βWhat do you mean βdetainedβ?β
βI canβt believe this is βgoodbyeβ.β
βIβm just a little weak on my feet.β
βYouβre supposed to be working.β
βThereβs only us. Thereβs only this.β
βLetβs get a band-aid for your knee.β
βOne song to redeem this empty life.β
βForget regret or life is yours to miss.β
βI donβt even know if this is workingβ¦β
βIβm afraid she needs more than heat.β
βAnd I find I canβt hide from your eyes.β
βI know you, youβreβ¦ youβre shivering.β
βI was waiting for you, donβt you know?β
βBut, darling, you havenβt eaten all day.β
βI can help them all out in the long run.β
βIt was bad for me, was it bad for you?β
βSo, be mine and donβt waste my time.β
βAre you ready? Hold that focus, steady.β
βNo, please, no, not tonight, please, noβ¦β
βWhen they act tough, you call their bluff.β
βYou said youβd never speak to him, again.β
βWill I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?β
βI didnβt recognize you without the handcuffs.β
βAt least the room stopped spinning, anyway.β
βJust pay me back with one thousand kisses.β
βLetβs go out tonightβ¦ I have to go out tonight.β
βDraw a line in the sand and then make a stand.β
βPerhaps itβs because Iβm the one of us to survive.β
βSee if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.β
βMy lifeβs not for you to make a name for yourself on.β
βChange your mind. You have to get out of the house.β
βTimes are shitty, but Iβm pretty sure they canβt get worse.β
βMaybe youβll see why when you stop escaping your pain.β
βBecause reason says I should have died three years agoβ¦β
βThat drip of hurt, hat pint of shame, goes awayβ¦ just play the game.β
βHow do you leave the past behind when it keep finding ways to get to your heart?β
βHow do you document real lifeβ¦ when real lifeβs getting more like fiction each day?β
βI wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight, wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt.β
β`Cause thereβs something I should have told youβ¦ yes, thereβs something I should have told you.β
βItβs like Iβm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer, and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse.β