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And I haven’t been taking my meds
So lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed
Cause I know you’re still worried I’m gonna get scared again
And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach
But I’ve kissed enough bathroom sinks to make up for the lovers that never loved me
And I know my body is just dirty clothes;
I’m tired of washing my hands
God, I wanna go home