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The skeletons I thought I'd left in my closet Rattle around in the washing machine All of this noise, all of this time, Yet my clothes never seem to dry They say it'll all come out in the wash, But I haven't emptied my pockets in far too long And if it all comes out in the wash, Then why does this feeling linger Like a stain I can't get out? How How How does it linger like a fucking stain? How How How? I pour what's left of the bleach into the chamber, And watch as it makes everything worse Supposed to be bright, supposed to make it all-right, But it binds like a demon and I have to leave it all in For another cylce, another session Around in circles, yet no improvement And the edges are fraying, the fibers discolored, The fabric unrecognizable from past pictures They say it'll all come out in the wash, But what if it comes out and we're never the same? The shirt is shrinking, it's a growing problem, And our only option is to throw it away They say it'll all come out in the wash, But what if it's not meant to, what if this is how I'm made? No matter how many tries, There's only so much of myself we can fight, And I wonder how much longer you'll stay How How How does it linger like a fucking stain? How How How? So the skeletons I thought I'd left in my closet Are scattered around my bedroom Too tired to address them, the dust collects and I'll just keep moving them till I can't stand it It might come out in the wash But it'll be the last time I use that detergent It irritates you, it smells artificial, Better to treat us with evanescence I don't know how to wash my fucking brain I don't know how much longer I can stay