Kind of Like Spitting
Staring at Your Toy Collection

This isn't my room but still I know where everything goes
Your shoes, buzzing toys, dirty clothes

I can clean for you
Spotless like a palace

Chains bind me too
Your lips are like air
I see heaven all around me, crumbling like your body

These days alone bring me back to a little book
Those pages hold all that makes me angry

And who has the power to bring heaven to its knees?
God knows it’s not me
God knows

This isn't my home
I feel it in every corner

Chairs don't sing your name
Chairs don’t sing your name
I drowned

Please, let me clean for you
No one else can love you like I do
My hands are spotless
Please, let me clean for you
When you go away