When you open your mouth
It is dust because you grind your teeth in your sleep so much
I still believe that it'll work its way out
Like a disease that we finally run away from
But even then after the sea has worn has down
But left us clean
The walls still shake and remind us
That we can't pretend
That when all is said and wiped away
Your mouth still pours out dust
And the more we wait
The more it builds it
Cut to me writing all this down
Life isn't a script
Or a lyric
But I want you to sing it right back
So at least i know i got it
So at least i know you got it
I still believe it'll work its way out
I still believe it'll work its way out
I still believe it'll work its way out
We clean dust away every night
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