Faucet Stains on the tiles The boxes Have been here for a while Porcelain, fitting for my denial I'm safe when, I'm locked in Nauseous, I feel sick when I'm tired It's constant Like perpetual bile Statistics, correspond to the problem A reflex, from pretense Spill my guts Before I drown And swallow em Write it on my ribs And on the walls of my lungs Calculate, the evidence And I was, the right one Add it up, it's common sense And I was, the right one First time, that I recognized it Looked away, and I denied it Convinced myself, that it was me But I was, the right one Light leaking Under the doorway Don't wake Me up in the morning Bare feet on the concrete It's pouring I'm safe when, it's stormin Spill my guts Before I drown And swallow em Write it on my ribs And on the walls of my lungs Calculate, the evidence And I was, the right one Add it up, it's common sense And I was, the right one First time, that I recognized it Looked away, and I denied it Convinced myself, that it was me But I was, the right one But I was, the right one.