Never Clean My Room

Good riddance, come again

Said the lonely me back then

I like your face, hate your guts

Kiss goodbye, connect the dots

When the thrill has come to an end

I’ll go

File me on your lost

Search with your fingers uncrossed

This place reeks of me

So I’ll burn the bedsheets blissfully

When the thrill has come an end

Save yourself the trouble

You can count on me to split

I never clean my room

I’ll just move when I get sick of it (x2)

What I use, just a drug

Sweep myself beneath the rug

Clean your act is what she wrote

Wrap your hands around my throat

When the thrill has come an end

Save yourself the trouble

You can count on me to split

I never clean my room

I’ll just move when I get sick of it (x2)

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