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Every day I wake up and see you
staring back at me
Why is it always my turn
to wash this all away
I am just a name on a list
tomorrow it'll be someone new
I'm in our kitchen and all I see
are a million notes to me

as I wash the stain
I realize I've swollowed this before
If I lose my grip
will it all go crashing to the floor

Empty out the rest of this beer
I'll fucking hear what I want to hear
I've wasted too much time on this
I have the hands of a dying man
and if I leave it for too long
it just gets worse and worse
and you don't even know
that you're living in a plastic world

as I wash the stain
I realize I've swollowed this before
If I lose my grip
will it all go crashing to the floor

Let it soak.





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