Your resting face
Shoots daggers in my head
This fucking place
Is a house mostly dead
I second-guess
My thoughts before I speak
My shoulders up to my ears every week
Sober up and get some therapy
I don't make you anxious
It's just your chemistry
You're sitting in the kitchen
I never wanna leave my room
Maybe this will do me in
Can't get clean of you
You have your fist around my throat
Grinding the words into my bones
Eggshells crack beneath my toes
Why won't my hands stop shaking
Teeth clenched, I'm holding myself back
This house gives me panic attacks
Am I a monster maniac
Why am I saying sorry
You're sitting in the kitchen
I never wanna leave my room
Maybe this will do me in
Can't get clean of you
Can't get clean of— (alright, I'm fucking done with this)
Can't get clean of you
Can't get clean of you
Can't get clean of you
Can't get clean of you
