Lyrics
Going back to a place I swore I'd never set foot in again the last time I left
Feels positively herculean now to resist at all
Join all the skeletons who play their bones like they were xylophones
Like Madonna on that tightrope at that Super Bowl halftime show
Something once so robust is now a husk of what it once was
Clinging joylessly for all to see
Ratty towels and steam and tile grout black and mouldy
Swapping old regrets for new regrets
Oh, ain't it funny, willy-nilly hanky panky
But nobody's really having any fun
Imagining how I'd explain myself
If I slipped on thе wet floor here and crackеd my head open
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