The Feeling of Being Underwater

Looking at his house He sees nothing special A pile of wood and sheetrock Bigger than others But he owes more than it’s worth His house is underwater A term he doesn’t understand In real speak the house belongs to the Bank To the brokers and the lawyers. Wanting a piece of the American dream He misrepresented himself Taking crumbs from the table So to speak Fudging a number here Adding a zero there The smart money said it was alright Don’t worry they told him Everybody’s doing it. He and his wife were barely making it Hoping just to hang in there Things would get better They kept telling themselves But it was too good to be true The economy went south Things went wrong Lost a job The bills piled up He and the wife stopped talking Broke, he feels pushed aside. There are two sides to every lie And in this one There’s a bill somewhere That’s long overdue And so my friend It will have to be paid by me and you.