Spot on my rug

I just can’t seem to get this spot off of my rug.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
And I’ve rubbed and I’ve rubbed.
But my eyes fall again on the spot that I scrubbed.

I just can’t seem to get myself free of this sin
I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed
Run away from bad things
But as I ran away I tripped up and fell in
So I can’t seem to get myself free of this sin.

Now I’m tired and light headed after too little sleep
So ashamed of myself
Why am I such a creep?
Having shipwrecked my vision
Having slipped down a snake
Having come back around to my favourite mistake.
I sit hunched over tea that grows cool in the mug
I just can’t seem to get this spot off of my rug.