Desperate feelings like paint that keeps peeling Revealing the colors of past roommates and lovers Interpreting faces is now just contagious The emotional toll is like grief and it’s stages And I'm hoping this day won’t kill us I’ve hardly begun to pick up this mess And I'm starting to forget All the things that I said So let’s just pretend to start it over again And go inwards and outwards and never again words And I'm hoping this day won’t kill us Sweep up the leaves, smooth out the sheets and keep going Straighten the books, dust off the shelves and keep going Tidy the drawers and mop the floors and keep going Under the beds and in my head I’ll keep going When nothing makes sense then nothing is true So I’ll go through the motions just like they tell me too But that one single day I keep referencing to Has become everyday it’s a deja vu Sweep up the leaves, smooth out the sheets and keep going Straighten the books, dust off the shelves and keep going Tidy the drawers and mop the floors and keep going Under the beds and in my head I’ll keep going And I'm hoping this day won’t kill us