Bathtub

I fear life has no meaning

And I formed a habit

Of making my toast at the edge of the tub

The outlets aren’t grounded

as I hold my breath

The bread will grow soggy and bloated with suds

I got a heart that’s twisted and marred

Programmed just to pump and repeat

just to keep me alive

Oh, darling, I…I’m gonna need you

I don’t want to leave you…behind

I got these hands that are callused and damned

To pound on this paper with a pen

Call it my work, to monetize hurt

For applause and the means to an end

I got a heart that’s twisted and marred

Programmed just to pump and repeat

Just to keep me alive

Oh, darling, I…I’m gonna need you

I don’t want to leave you…behind

I fear life has no meaning

And I formed a habit

Of making my toast at the edge of the tub

The outlets aren’t grounded

as I hold my breath

The bread will grow soggy and bloated with suds

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