picking up hands

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    Touching the ground
    Pick up my hands
    Then I turn around
    Covered in skin

    It's that room, it's the wall, it's the poster and all
    And the lamp was still swinging its chord
    It's the shadowy weight and the footsteps I take
    Made a mark through the dust on the floor
    And I saw my mother's eyes
    For the second time
    For the second time

    Same carpet I crawled in
    Same bucket I was washed in
    I gave all that time to you
    I was tryna figure out the faucets
    Tall marks on the wall charts
    It's the wrong parts getting longer
    I was standing so far away
    I don't wanna go another day
    I–
    Same basket you carried me
    I need you there with me
    I need you just down the hall

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    I looked up and down
    Didn't wanna make a sound
    I was so far away
    I don't wanna go another day
    I trace back the ground
    Flip my placemat around
    And I call, but the dog runs away from me now
    I been staring at the ceiling, I've been fucking terrified
    I been tryna get these feelings out, inside, I'm paralyzed
    Same old tree, seen it all peaking through the blinds
    I can't do it, how I used to climb
    Gravity been getting used to my weight

    Same carpet I crawled in
    Same bucket I was washed in
    I gave all that time to you
    I was tryna figure out the faucets
    Tall marks on the wall charts
    It's the wrong parts getting longer
    I was standing so far away
    I don't wanna go another day
    The same basket you carried me
    I need you there with me
    I need you just down the hall

    Follow me closely
    I wanna know the place you've been
    Lazarus skin
    Picked up my hands

    It's that room, it's the wall, it's the poster and all
    And the lamp was still swinging its chord
    It's the shadowy weight and the footsteps I take
    Made a mark through the dust on the floor
    And I saw another light
    Under your door
    Not like before

    By this point, I thought I would have answers
    I thought that was the universal consolation prize
    To say: Thanks for playing, this is what the game was, you know?
    Unspoken agreements that make perfect sense until you say them out loud

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