I wash all the dishes
with all my sharpest knives
jumbled, skewed, concealed by suds, you know
it could be suicide
with the water so, so hot
and my propensity to push -
I cannot leave a task, half-done
I must complete what I've begun
even if I have to
red could be a warning sign
red, a call for help
I must complete what I've begun
the world is swimming black around
the visions closing in in front
I cannot leave a task, half-done
it's just a nick, a scratch
he lied
some wear their courage like a badge
I will push through, I'm almost done
and red could be a warning sign
you're soaking in it, madge
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