The way by which we leave we call death
Though this room is not dead at all
It tends to foster quite meaningful relationships
But the mold and the mildew, the rust on your pipes
The layers upon layers of the peeling wallpaper
Must eventually reveal the nature of a cover-up
The makeup the cracking plaster the failing foundation
Though not death themselves
Get to the heart of what it is we're fighting for
There seems to be just enough space between us
For you to catch the cracks
And for me to just walk right over them
And I would hate to let something so sincerely inevitable
Get beneath my skin
Oh how it loves to settle in
Like any other effective means of torture
It's the way it wears you down over time
But sees to it that you see it through to the bitter end
Why do I think that I should be any different
My leaves are turning brown
Yes just like everybody else
It might just be the one thing that unites us
Calm solidarity through this struggle
Yes this is where we stand on common ground
What if I took more breaths with both my lungs
What if I traded in all of my parts for pieces
Not quite so biodegradable
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