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When I messed up,
I made it worth their while.
And it didn't even matter,
I was so wrong,
I wrapped the living room with my hands.

I broke the floor for the last time.
We put up what we had
and I could only watch.
I wasn't allowed much.

And I messed up.
And so did you,
and your neighbor, and your parents.
I threw the bullets around,
but ultimately,
it was me. I held them all.
I held it in my hands some more.
I acknowledged what I'd done.
I messed up.