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I'm the keeper of the grudges, and the elevator blues that you left in late July

Oh, my stomach hit the floor and you kept looking at your phone, pretending not to cry

I met God yesterday

Oh, he asked for you by name

He said I'm sorry for the pain, but there's nobody left to blame

He's seen it all before

But he's still running out of ways to save your soul

You stare at your reflection in the middle of a spoon, with your back against the wall

Right on cue, a waiter takes your plate, says you got any room

And you say nothing at all