12C from Albert DeMuth by Albert DeMuth

The paint strips
and the pain ignores
The cleaning values
reverberating floors
The paint drips and it removes
expanding colors reverberating rooms
The paint strips and I absorb
The yellows, the reds, falling on the floor
In the cracks is where I come
Leaving my parts, pieces, pants undone
The paint strips and the pain ignores
The paint drips, falling on the floor

And I just crash
The door revolves and we expand
The tails are lost
Is this all the cost

The paint strips
and the pain ignores
The paint drips, falling on the floor
On the ledge in between the cracks
coming undone, every stitch is unlatched
The cleaning tools they're shoved in the cup
Scraping the floor, I'm always
The paint strips
and the pain removes
every color, from every mood

And I just crash
The door revolves and we expand
Exploding colors
Reverberating rooms
The pain it comes and it removes

• Alternative
• Loner Folk
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• country
• dark
• punk
• Providence