Guilty from Distorted Imagery by loose grief tea

I’m guilty of this, and I’m guilty of that
Guilty of being, yes I’m guilty and that’s a fact

And I wish I could be (I wish I could fucking be)
A fragment of what you mean to me (but you know I’ll never be)
But inherently (cuz I’m just inherently)
I’m just a bag of bones and a pile of dust and ash
Why don’t you sweep me up and throw me in the fucking trash?

The washing waves, they wash over me
They’ll wash me away, but you know I’ll never be clean.

And I wish I could see (I wish I could fucking see)
What the fuck you see in me (what the fuck do you see in me)
But inherently (cuz you know inherently)
I’m just a bag of bones and a pile of dust and ash
Why don’t you sweep me up and throw me in the fucking trash?

It’s just an ode to the bad days
You know, I wish I could get to a new one
Wish I knew how to have, how to have a little fun

And I wish I could be (I wish I could fucking be)
A fragment of what you mean to me (but you know I’ll never be)
But inherently (cuz I’m just inherently)
I’m just a bag of bones and a pile of dust and ash
Why don’t you sweep me up and throw me in the fucking trash?

I’m just a bag of bones and a pile of dust and ash
Why don’t you sweep me up and throw me in the fucking trash?

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