Seattle, WA Songtext

It's always tight at the end of the month
Until that check comes, there's nothing for lunch
I'm sick of all my stuff being half-way broke

Too tired to pretend that I'm not sick of all my friends
Some days I'm sorry that I ever moved here
Some days I think about moving back in with my folks

Some days I think about moving up north, where rent is cheaper and I can have a house and porch