Had Steve found the keys to the old apartment, 
the song may have gone something like this...

Walked into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
Drank from a glass, drank in your love,
   you broke my heart, I broke your bones
This is where we used to live
I wish you'd paint the walls
I helped you clean the floor
I have the keys and walked right through the front door
This is where we used to live

What happened to the mouse trap
A washer replaced the dishrack
These things used to be fine
I guess they still are, get them back

Walked into the old apartment
Forty-two stairs from the street
Pretty landing, pretty landlord
Narrow bookshelf filled with books
This is where we used to live

I see they mowed the lawn
You should have changed the lock
I didn't have to break in, I did not have to knock
This is where we used to live

How is the neighbour downstairs?
How is her infected ear?
I turned up your TV and kicked in the door just for fun
I know we don't live here anymore

We share an old house on the Danforth
He loves me and I just had to warn
I'm not a queer
But this is where we used to live

Walked into the old apartment
I noticed that you had a call
Only from me, machine was blinking
I played the message so you wouldn't know
I won't call back