Conversations
Do you like apartments?
No.
But there's not really any difference between them and flats.
There is.
Oh?
They're boxes
So
I don't like boxes
Flats are boxes too
People keep trying to put me in boxes
And they're just as big
I hate boxes
You can get apartments right in the city centre
Last night I couldn't sleep
Close to everything
Dunno why, I just couldn't
Don't you hate the $1 bus fare?
So I climbed out my barred window
Onto the iron roof
In the pouring rain
Sheltered by a fleece of midnight blue
Until the sky lightened and my pillow was sodden
Apartments are more modern
They're all the same
The ones up high are best
On top of all the other boxes
You have no real argument
...?
You're just being stubborn.
No.
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Conversations, which
was posted on Jun 7, 2010 by
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"Yes, you guessed it. I have issues with urban living :)
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