Most of the time I keep the lights off,
It's easier to see in the dark.
Turn the lights back on, and the pictures start,
A rundown of every mark.
The ones I caused,
Because of course it's my fault.
That's just how they build houses,
Adapt.
The ones I didn't,
When I warned you how,
But you knew better,
Smack.
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