I want to work you out of me
Through hours spent in the gym
Lifting weights, running on the treadmill
Feel very milliliter of you pouring out of me as sweat
I want to work you out of me
Like ironing a wrinkled shirt
Press down on bent and folded areas
See them straighten out and vanish
Apply the tools of eradication
Be they books or a strong drink or cloves of garlic
To banish you from this place
I want to work you out of me
Lose you from my heart
Drop the weight of newer happier memories on you
And squash you from existence
To extract you with a pair of pliers
And feel you holding on for dear life
If I don't fumigate your home in me
You'll still be able breed in there
But if I can work you up with both thumbs
Get you near the surface
The splinter that always escapes my grasp
And keeps poking us with sharp recollections of an unsuccessful pairing
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