Room 222
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I've got nothing to hide
Save for the space between my two vacant eyes
Cause you can't well let every sick thing slip
From the space between your two cracked lips
Too soon to know, too far to go
Two hours like this and I've dissected
Every step I've taken, every second
I am ashamed and only just awake
I fill my days with emptiness
And it gets so dense
Too hard to parse
The shrinking space between
Self-defense and entitlement
I fill my nights with alibis
Giant tar-black lies
In some failed attempt to vent
Or supplement my imagined indifference
Intensely insistent
So give it up for giving in
For stubbing toes on stones you've thrown
It's everyone's fault but your own
And owning up to only what
You can't explain away
With shrugs or waves or little phrases
Predicted phases or fronts
Change is a four letter word
But numbers were never my strong suit
Success is a ten dollar term
But money's not something I could ever hold on to
Change is a four letter word
But numbers were never my strong suit
It's all a joke I once was told
And pass off nightly as my own
So give it up for giving in
For stubbing toes on stones you've thrown
It's everyone's fault but your own
And owning up to only what
You can't explain away
With shrugs or waves or little phrases
Predicted phases or fronts
So give it up for giving in
To find the key to please and the words to plead
For increased credibility
Amongst the proper tongues
Who taste the trials and the triumphs
And decide that neither one of them's enough
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