Feeling more comfortable in a mess of things Cleanliness doesn't exist These are with me when I sleep, with me when I wake Repeat it again and again and again I didn't know I tried so hard Feeling hopeless trying to right a sinking feeling in my chest I carried it until I forgot the inconvenience Didn't know I needed it until I didn't have it Isn't that the point of maturity? Repeat it again and again and again Repeat it again and again and again