I sanitized our souls
So we can’t even catch a cold
No, we can’t even catch a cold
Without dying
I called it selfless all along
But I knew that I was wrong
Yes, I knew that I was wrong
and now it's selfish
You took my words and chiseled spots
Laying stones amongst your thoughts
You laid my stones in with your thoughts
But words are always made of dust
I keep the phrases
coming
short
With no reason or retort
We’ll have to slide our souls along
To get them moving.
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