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Due to new constraints
The circumstance is beyond console and I will lend a hand
By throwing up my hands
And accepting that we are stepping on the roses

The stately display of this house
Belies the groan of boards now rotted out
We all share a flaw that's in our weft. We are stepping on the roses
Consequence be damned we've picked our poison

Water mixed with compounds of ash and lime
Smothered, endless, peace of mind
I tried so hard in hopes you'd know my name

What's the saying that they have
About the tallest blades of grass?
We all share a fault that knotted in our weft.
We are stepping on the roses
Welcome home. In this house rules don't apply

Scrape the knee and I will play the sand.
Knowing better but firm I stand
It's hard to forget the first time I felt shame.
I tried so hard in hopes you'd know my name
I try but can't shake the feeling of the first time