Siphon off top layers
Leave an etching in the dirt
Tracing passed the history
To date back to the hurt
Leave an etching in the dirt
Tracing passed the history
To date back to the hurt
Fingers leave a trail on me
A map of what I've done
Each hair that grows precisely
Shows a timeline, and my sum
And you don't know the weight
The clicking of the counter
I won't show you the weight
And its worth
Walk into a new room
And your static lingers still
Trace of grease from un-socked feet
Is mine to smudge at will
Fingers leave a trail on me
A map of what I've done
Each hair that grows precisely
Shows a timeline, and my sum
And you don't know the weight
The clicking of the counter
I won't show you the weight
And its worth
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