| Sink traps without a catch
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| The last grocery bags stacked up in a pile
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| A laundry sack, scratched up for the automat
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| The cats figure out you’ll be gone for a while
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| We could not block the arrows that poisoned your heart
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| Betrayed from the beginning, now too spoiled to trust
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| We’d work on an ending, but where would we start?
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| I won’t pass my judgments for judges to judge
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| Just hashing out contingents with your ghost
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| The meaning well, misguided talking shit committee gathers
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| When their tragedy ignites a fire, dormant, weeping, battered
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| And the pattern is embarrassing, it only makes it sadder
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| Now I finally realize it and I wish it didn’t matter at all
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| Don’t push, don’t pull, act, enabler
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| Guilt pays off in full, pay your maker
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| I’ll be opposed to every argument, be ill with every lie
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| I’m not looking to be a hero, I’m not looking for a fight
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| I’m working out contingents with your ghost
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| Sorting through specifics with your ghost
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| Explaining my position to your ghost
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| I’m seeing double vision with our ghosts |