Tonight we argued over showers because you saw it as your only cure.
You begged to sit and let the water pour on you but we refused to listen to the sound of nonsense that would've been your 30th shower in 3 days.
I watched you get dragged from the bathroom and pushed to lay down
Yet you insisted on this shower that would set everything right, just one more shower...
The screams don't scare you because that desperate need to be in that white basin that was developing a ring just from you was brainwashing
You didn't want to lay in your bed, the smell wreaked of wet mildew that was the sheets and towels every where that you stepped.
You wanted a fresh start, so many fresh starts you wanted.
Never drying, just brief breaks between showers, just one more...