JensT - My Neighbors From Hell (Dark Pop Version)

Alarm clock’s busted, but I’m wide awake ’Cause the bass next door is causing earthquakes It’s 6 a.m., they’re remixing regret Some DJ named Kyle screaming “WHO’S NOT DEAD YET?” Dog in the yard barking Morse code pain Sounds like it’s spelling out free me please again I pour my coffee, stare into the void And the void yells back through drywall noise I’ve memorized their footsteps, their fights, their lies The way the ceiling shakes when the shampoo flies I don’t believe in ghosts, but I’m starting to feel Like I died last year and this is the deal Oh my neighbors from hell, yeah they live next door With the slamming and the screaming and the chainsaw at four They don’t knock, they don’t sleep, they don’t care, they don’t stop They’re a 24/7 personal rock-bottom shop Oh my neighbors from hell, got a front-row seat To the soundtrack of chaos and the smell of burnt meat If peace is a myth, well I’m living the proof ’Cause Satan himself is renting Unit Two Trash cans overflow like modern art A couch on the lawn like it broke their heart They’re “starting a band,” at least that’s the claim Three chords, no rhythm, all exactly the same Every conversation’s on speakerphone Every secret loudly overthrown They fight, they break up, they’re in love by ten Then someone throws a plate and it starts again I’ve learned their schedule better than my own When they vacuum at midnight, I feel less alone I’ve tried white noise, rain sounds, ocean breeze But nothing drowns out unhinged energy Oh my neighbors from hell, yeah they live next door With the fireworks, the yelling, and the indoor cigar They don’t read the room, they don’t read the lease They read How to Be Loud With Confidence Weekly Oh my neighbors from hell, I smile and wave Like I’m not Googling “how to legally escape” If karma’s real, then it’s missing the truth ’Cause Satan himself is renting Unit Two There’s a note on my door: “Sorry ’bout the noise” Written in Sharpie by the loudest boys It’s signed with a smiley, a wink, and a flame Which somehow makes me feel more insane I’ve practiced speeches in my head at night Firm but kind, calm but right But when I see them, all I do Is nod like a hostage and say “you’re good, dude” Maybe I’m dramatic Maybe walls are thin Maybe this is just adulthood And I should let it in But tell me why they’re bowling Tell me why indoors Tell me why there’s revving Like a NASCAR in the floors STOMP STOMP LAUGH DROP DROP BANG Someone’s yelling my name (I’ve never met them!) Glass shatters, silence falls I think it’s over Oh my neighbors from hell, yeah they live next door With the midnight renovations and the drum set encore They don’t hear apologies, they don’t hear “please” They only hear themselves and the key of E Oh my neighbors from hell, if I ever move on I’ll flinch when it’s quiet, something’ll feel wrong I’ll miss the chaos, the proof That Satan himself was renting Unit Two Now it’s oddly quiet, and I don’t feel safe I’m bracing for impact, for the next mistake ’Cause peace never lasts, and I know it’s true They’re just charging the speaker in Unit Two