Wading In
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The stairs, they are so long tonight
They lead to the bed
Cigarette in hand
Seated, ash burns in the sheets
A weary mind, it's the same damn night
As the last six years
Another puff, danked-up room
Look around to see what is what
It's all the same
Nothing ever really changes
Wading in through the mess that was made
Is this it? Is this how it goes?
Pregnant women in magazines
Marks written on the letter
The age I am, the age I look are
Two different things
Oil pours out of the skin
Once white sheets on the bed
All the ties are broken
Is this it? Is this how it goes?
It's all the same
Nothing ever really changes
Wading in through the mess that was made
Is this it? Is this how it goes?