The story
She keeps the house standing while he slips through it.
She moves through the day with a sigh, doing the work, making the coffee, picking up what he drops, while he acts like every small task is a favor too large to ask. The words land light but cut deep, and the joke of loving a grown man who won’t grow up turns into a quiet, exhausted stare at the door.
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Lyrics
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