It's messy in here
crammed full of thoughts
of you and of us
and all that we've lost
You don't stop by
very often to see
the windows in this room
draped in impossibility
It's too dirty to hold
but too foul to ignore
Please try to avoid
the papers on the floor
Such empty words
and scratched out hope
pay no attention
to the hanging rope...
It's messy in here
Slam the door, lose the key
so you'll never have to face
what you are doing to me
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