Rinse it then repeat it.
There's a point to stop and we've passed it.
Excess. We've been here before.
Who's gonna draw that line?
Who's gonna build that wall?
Who's gonna cut that key to lock the fucking door?

If you're gonna draw the line
You've gotta let me know
Because I'll trip over it.
If you're gonna build the wall,
Be sure to lock the door
Or I'll let myself in.

Tension on the uptake.
There's opportunity in the craving.
Excess. It's gonna swallow me whole.
I'll let it coat my throat,
I'll let it drown my soul,
Before I find the nerve to just let it go.

If you're gonna pull the wire
You've gotta do it now
Before I become attached.
If you're gonna give an inch,
You know I'm gonna want the mile
So keep it to yourself.

We rinse it off and then we leave it to set
And try over time, to forget about it.
There's nothing clever but there is deceit.
We're leaving trails, indecisive and meek.
We rinse it off in hopes regret will fade.

I don't want to but there's no helping it:
I bear resentment like a hole in my head.
I understand that it's complicated
But these amended lines are boxing me in.

Drawn any closer and they'd leave stains on my skin.

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