So this is where we're at,
another fight in the kitchen where
I'm laying passed out,
Asleep from drinking the cleaners.
Broken down with my
head in my hands.
I used to be so happy.
What's happened to me?
That's where the
cleaning supplies come in.
In a state of inhibition,
my head just spins.
Broken up and broken down
and my head just spins.
So this is where we're at
another fight in the bedroom where
I'm laying passed out,
giving into addiction.
There's been a fight in
every room of this house.
Where you once stood,
the walls echo with loneliness.
That's where the
cleaning supplies come in.
In a state of inhibition,
my head just spins.
Broken up and
broken down and
my head just spins.
I'm trading for dependence at both ends.
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