People don’t treat you the same when there’s a stain on your shirt
They look at you funny or not at all
Empty stares, no one cares
Avoidance is the action that does the most hurt
With flying colors the first impression passes
Until the stain reveals itself
Crimson stain, burdened pain
It’s hard to win after the doubt amasses
The rest of the shirt is wrinkle-free and fresh
But the blemish on the left is all that is seen
Big and dark, question mark
Take off the shirt and stand in the flesh
Not sure where the stain came from or how it got there
If one sees it, they all see it
Filthy clothes, now exposed
Some bleach is needed, you’re in disrepair
I’ll take care of it myself and make is less perverse
Cleaning and scrubbing, cleaning and scrubbing
Make it white, make it right
Oh hell, now I just made it worse
One strolls by who knows how to restore
Maybe the stain might finally come out
A shadow crosses, no more losses
Don’t pay me for the shirt, it’s been spoken for
People don’t treat you the same when there’s a stain on your shirt
With flying colors the first impression passes
The rest of the shirt is wrinkle-free and fresh
Not sure where the stain came from or how it got there
I’ll take care of it myself and make it less perverse
One strolls by who knows how to restore
They look at you funny or not at all
Until the stain reveals itself
But the blemish on the left is all that is seen
If one sees it, they all see it
Cleaning and scrubbing, cleaning and scrubbing
Maybe the stain might finally come out
Empty stares, no one cares
Crimson stain, burdened pain
Big and dark, question mark
Filthy clothes, now exposed
Make it white, make it right
A shadow crosses, no more losses
Avoidance is the action that does the most hurt
It’s hard to win after the doubt amasses
Take off the shirt and stand in the flesh
Some bleach is needed, you’re in disrepair
Oh hell, now I just made it worse
Don’t pay me for the shirt, it’s been spoken for
The Pressing On 