Ok Go

Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the window which won't open far enough to let air in.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
Feral cats are screaming at the clouds beneath the window with the crask so small that nothing gets within.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely,
You might as well give in.
Telephones are howling at the cats out in the alley and the window offers nothing in the din.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
Clouds uncage the car alarms to chase the cats and telephones.
Fingers rake and rasp away themr skin.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely,
You might as well give in.