Old Apartment
Barenaked Ladies Lyrics


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Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
Broken glass, broke and hungry
Broken hearts and broken bones
This is where we used to live

Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over
The hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live

Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep the dish rack?
These things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want them back

Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two steps from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
Narrow lane way filled with crooks
This is where we used to live

Why did they pave the lawn?
Why did they change the lock?
Why did I have to break it
I only came here to talk
This is where we used to live

How is the neighbor downstairs?
How is her temper this year?
I turned up your TV
And stomped on the floor just for fun

I know we don't live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
And I'm happy here
This is where we used to live

Broke into the old apartment
Tore the phone out of the wall
Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux
I want them back

I want them back (this is where we used to live)
I want them back (this is where we used to live)




I want them back (this is where we used to live)
I want them back

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Barenaked Ladies’ “Old Apartment” speaks to the idea of nostalgia and moving on from a past relationship. The song starts with the singer breaking into their old apartment, reminiscing about where they used to live. The apartment held memories of unknown significance to the singer, from broken hearts to broken bones. The lyrics explore the singer’s curiosity about what has changed in the apartment, such as why the walls were painted and the floor was cleaned, and why the door had been plastered over. These changes, in contrast to the way the apartment had been before, show the singer that they, too, have changed since leaving the apartment.


The singer then reveals their longing to have some of their old possessions back, asking why the mousetrap and dish rack were kept, and declaring that they want them back. This yearning is soon juxtaposed with the distorted reality of the apartment, as the lyrics describe the place as being “filled with crooks.” The final verse of the song suggests that the singer has moved on and found a new love. Despite this, they still feel a sense of loss for the memories associated with the old apartment, even though they realize that they cannot go back.


Line by Line Meaning

Broke into the old apartment
We broke into our old apartment


This is where we used to live
This is the place we once called home


Broken glass, broke and hungry
The place is in ruins, and we're struggling to get by


Broken hearts and broken bones
Our relationship is shattered, and we are physically and emotionally wounded


This is where we used to live
This is the place that holds our past


Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you take this place and make it your own?


Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you erase the traces of our existence?


Why did you plaster over
Why did you try to erase the memories of my violent outburst?


The hole I punched in the door?
The damage I caused in a moment of anger?


This is where we used to live
This is the place that holds our past


Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep our old things?


Why did you keep the dish rack?
Why did you hold onto the mundane objects that we once shared?


These things used to be mine
These were once my possessions


I guess they still are, I want them back
I want to hold onto the tangible memories of our past


Broke into the old apartment
We broke into our old apartment


Forty-two steps from the street
We used to live on the second floor


Crooked landing, crooked landlord
The hallways and those in charge were corrupt


Narrow lane way filled with crooks
The area was rough and dangerous


This is where we used to live
This is the place that holds our past


Why did they pave the lawn?
What has happened to this place since we left?


Why did they change the lock?
Why did they bar us from our own memories?


Why did I have to break it
Why did we have to resort to violence to reclaim the past?


I only came here to talk
We just wanted to revisit our memories and perhaps find closure


This is where we used to live
This is the place that holds our past


How is the neighbor downstairs?
Do they still appreciate the sound of their own misery?


How is her temper this year?
Is she still easily agitated like she was in the past?


I turned up your TV
I'm trying to make noise to disturb you


And stomped on the floor just for fun
I find amusement in the idea of causing chaos


I know we don't live here anymore
We are aware that we have moved on from this place


We bought an old house on the Danforth
We have found a new place to call home


She loves me and her body keeps me warm
We are in a stable, loving relationship


And I'm happy here
We have moved on and found happiness elsewhere


This is where we used to live
This is the place that holds our past


Broke into the old apartment
We broke into our old apartment


Tore the phone out of the wall
We're now acting recklessly in our trespass


Only memories, fading memories
The physical remnants of our past are disappearing


Blending into dull tableaux
The memories are fading into a blurry, distant past


I want them back
We want to hold on to our past, no matter how painful it may be


I want them back (this is where we used to live)
We long for the memories of our past life, especially in this apartment


I want them back (this is where we used to live)
We want to hold onto our past, no matter how painful it may be


I want them back (this is where we used to live)
We're willing to do whatever it takes to keep our memories from fading away




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ed Robertson, Steven Page

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@raulcastellanosjr.4754

I heard this song as a seven-year-old kid. We had a 90s Macintosh, and one of the operating system discs it came with had this song on there as a multimedia demo. It made no sense to me at the time. At all. "We bought an old house on the Danforth / she loves me and her body keeps me warm / I'm happy there." What's the big deal then, I thought to myself? He still has the girl. He's doing well. And now he has a house and everything. Why is he worried about his old apartment?

Fast forward to my late twenties. I've lived in a few apartments now, and each has been an upgrade — in some way or another — from the previous. But a few weeks ago, I started reminiscing about my last place. I went through some rough times while I lived there, but I also grew a lot. I went through an era of my life that I now recognize is classic. It's where I lived when I first met my girlfriend; the apartment we would stumble back to after drinks when we had just started going out and barely knew each other. I'm happier and better now than I was back when I lived there, but somehow, I miss the hell out of that apartment. I intentionally drove two towns over so I could drive past it the other day. I don't want to take my life back to that point in time or anything, but I just really get nostalgic for it sometimes and wouldn't mind reliving that era for a night or two.  

It took twenty years, but I know what this song is about now. It's about missing an old era, even if you are perfectly happy with your current life.

The apartment I live in now as I sit here and type this is tiny, but it's the first apartment I've ever had all to myself without roommates. It's the first place I've ever decorated exactly how I wanted. It has been the setting to my first experiences as an independent adult with a real job, living in the city. It's where I finally found the inner peace and comfort with myself that I have yearned for my entire life. And it's where I have continued to fall in love with my girlfriend. I don't know how long I'm going to be here, but I know that when it becomes time to move on, I am going to miss the hell out of this place.

If you're still reading this essay of a comment, what I'm trying to say is: this is a timeless song that any city dweller can relate to. It's one of those songs that makes more and more sense as you grow older. It's a song that evokes deep feelings that take years — maybe even decades — to cultivate. Thank you for the music, BNL.



All comments from YouTube:

@patrickt6130

I’ve heard this song a million times growing up never payed attention to the lyrics. Man I just left my first apartment I lived in for 7 years straight so many memories. I was so excited to move (better place, better neighborhood & neighbors ) but I cried like a baby when I had to shut that door. I just drove by it yesterday I want to tell them get the hell out of my place 😂 good reminder of life. Everything is temporary appreciate it while you got it and who you got it with

@TristanandIsolt

Great comment.

@loridingledine4902

O to be young again stay where your at young man

@Carterbluestang

This was me and my husband's song. We got married july 1995 the month after high school. He passed away exactly one week ago today. He passed on 12-12-2021. My heart is shattered. Married for 26 years.

@sibe485

I’m so sorry for your loss ❤️

@fredlancaster6599

I couldn't amagine losing my significant other after tht long of marriage. I'm so sorry for your loss. Just remember your husband lives on through this song in your heart

@emaildavidlehman

Very sorry. You guys had a great song. In a couple years you will smile instead of cry. Wishing you the best along the way.

@laurabeane8862

"This is where 'WE' Used To Live"🙏

@sinceunati

Just got back from my cousin's husband's funeral. They were married over 20 years. Had a 15yr old son. He was 52. Died of a bloodclot in his lung. Life can be beautiful but sometimes a beauty is a real bitch.

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@tr1338

Broken glass. Broke and hungry. Broken hearts and broken bones.

Sums up my twenties to a tee.

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