It's Pinewood Derby with Wash Your Hands. You had a fever then, the kind that sticks your hair in your forehead.

You were the medicine and your side effects still keep me in bed.

So I'd open up my mouth and weed

Let the frozen breath leak out of me

Then my silver tongue will rust

It will fall away

But still you would say

Oh could you rush the hot water to the wash?

My heart's getting colder, could you feel like?

I just can't watch all the rivers running down my skin.

And leave me to soak up all the lines that you see.

I found a yellow piece of paper.

It was crumbling with the cage. You left it later on the table with the message you had made.

I washed my hands

I washed my hands to you and folded up my suitcase yesterday

You're gonna miss your face and I do believe I'd like to this way

So I open up my mouth in me

Let the steaming breath pour out of me

And your silver tone will melt

It will fall away

But still you would say

Oh could you rush the hot water to the wash basin?

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