Someone somewhere struck a chord
Said he thought it sounded good
Hammered on for a while
Before he thought he understood
Don't cast judgement just quite yet
All the repercussions circumvent
The privilege rattled through his bones
In attempts to sanctify his shitty home
I'm not listening at all
It's too far gone to tell
Somehow you gave the situation
A gravity that couldn't be found before
An undeserving human heaving
Snared beneath your hardwood floor
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