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