I remember more the dander-matted floors in the dreggy kitchenette
And all of the pills and the Visa bills that you hoarded in the butler’s desk
What could I have done for you as a friend I seldom served?
Never was the one that you imagined deserved
Secrets unveiled in each new batch of mail we caught away biweekly
Onus abounds liability compounds anyways, posthumously
What could I have done for you as a friend I seldom served?
Never was the sun that you imagined deserved
Never saw never purged in the basement submerged
Never smell the impending flood, just fresh towels clean sheets
Even found time to trim the weed, being sure not to track in the mud
Thank you for consoling me as we scrubbed the mold and trashed receipts and drained the sink of silt
But I don’t want to feel right to sleep soundly through the night
Don’t deprive me of my guilt, of my guilt
Yes we could have warned her learned to guide without any fight
Don’t be fooled by the corner, find fault where fault lies

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