Ritual at 2am

It’s somewhere and someone is thinking of them

Though they’re not sure if they should just laugh or just cry

Cause the wall in front of her is flecked with pale grey

And the bath where she’s sitting is colder than ice

And there’s someone’s sat slumped by the side of the tub

And his hands do not comb through the ends of her hair

And she’s not felt a moment that’s like this before

And she’ll not feel a moment that’s like this again

But he still pours cool water all over her head

And she’s scared that the dye will stay stuck to her skin

And she wonders if this is as clean as she’ll get

And she’s scared that the water will change if he feels it

Cause red wine has caused him to scream out before

And she knows it’ll end when the dye leaves the bath

And it will leave a mark on the side for some time

And she doesn’t quite know if she wants to just stay there

But she doesn’t quite know if she wants it to stain

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