C c c c c c c c c c c

These things take a while, let’s assume

Stuck on rearranging every item in the room

Holding onto garbage keepsakes

Bound to happen naturally, living at your pace

And I’m trying to put this behind me

Break a cycle of complacence, catharsis through complacency

Scrub whatever’s left of me

From a vessel living nowhere, doing nothing too poetically

You were eating garbage when we met

Fishing for the rent check, hands soaking wet

Cross-faded, quickly losing interest

Left to me entirely, hoping you forget

And I’m trying to put this behind me

Break a cycle of complacence, catharsis through complacency

Scrub whatever’s left of me

From a vessel living nowhere, doing nothing too poetically

Trying to put this behind me

Break a cycle of complacence, catharsis through complacency

Scrub whatever’s left of me

From a vessel living nowhere, doing nothing too poetically

Trying to put this behind me

Break a cycle of complacence, catharsis through complacency