Bleach and Water on My Feet 3 (wersja 2)

Intro

Bleach on my feet now

Different year, same street

Verse 1

Mama always said don't let the cracks define you

I used to count them like they were numbers in a clue

Radiator's still hissing steam through the windowpane

I traded in the notebook for a contract with your name

Told my uncle I'd make it out before he passed away

Now the same block watching me as I turn gray

Pre-Chorus

So tell me, did you count every single one?

Did they lead you straight or scatter into the sun?

Chorus

I'm still counting ceiling cracks where the bleach hit my feet

Still holding on to something that used to hurt me

Different view from up here but the same old street

Same view, different year, I won't forget

Verse 2

Used to be the cracks were just a countdown to the rent

Now they're a history book of how far I've bent

I traded in my bedroom for a corner office chair

Still got the same scars but now they're not there

I told that girl at the coffee shop who doubted me back then

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