I watch through the window as you scrape the sole of my shoe
It’s here that she stood, and here was her view
Dear heaven, is this what it’s come down to for you?
Cleaning mud from a tread because you don’t know what else to do?
I ask you often what you’re going to do with your day
“As little as possible and getting away with it” you say
It used to make me laugh, now I'm filled with dismay
I see behind the front and all’s not okay
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