Whistling radiators and candy bars evening out the scores
I hear and taste and feel the heat
And when I wander in at night
I kick the snow off of my feet
And I quietly close and lock front doors
And we can sit and whisper about the latest developments in exploitation
but she wont say who and I wont ask
at least not now
That explains the text message from Tuesday
Yeah, It's confusing
It's all confusing
curse all the choices because of the choosings
Shhhhhh
If he heard, he'd lose it
And when I walk into bathrooms
when everyone else is asleep
and everything is dark- really dark
a quick beat
a quicker beat
before I turn on the light
because monsters might not just live in laundry rooms
super late at night
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