If I Can Get Clean
I couldn't bear to watch the sun go away
So I put out my days
And it was always gone
Then it came to me at night
Burning me to death with its light
I reckoned it was fair
I draw worlds for you sneaking out of mine backdoors
And I bleed out your way to me
Just to wash my hands
I see colors for you
Till I make you run, scream or cry
And you drown me to see if I can get clean
No one ever comes here but the ghosts
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