Clean Up to Keep Dirty

It’s days like today
Where loneliness is happiness
Where mute is a necessary
Means of keeping myself sane

Spit words at my face
Better yet keep them to yourself
Spent a week in solitude
Getting my hands dirty of you

If you can’t look in the eye
It’s not afraid to come find you

Keeping myself busy
With eight tracks and whisky
Clean up to keep dirty
To keep myself with the **** on the floor

Clean up to keep dirty
To keep myself with the **** on the floor