You’re like the stains in my apartment
That didn’t bother me then
But it bothers me now
You’re like the clothes in the back of my closet
That I haven’t got around
To cleaning out quite yet
Oh
It was good while it lasted
Oh
You were beautifully tragic
Oh no
I know, you know
We got way too messy
So look at me spring cleaning
This time I’m taking out of the trash
Filling up the bag
You know I got my reasons
I’m out here trimming up the fat
Mowing down the grass
You can call it petty or call it mean
Either way’s fine by me
Oh look at me spring cleaning
I’m bringing cutting season back
You’re like the cups on my nightstand
I never put away, it’s time I make the space
You’re like the crumbs in the backseat
Of my brand new car
I wish they weren’t there
But there they are
Oh
It was good while it lasted
Oh
You were beautifully tragic
Oh no, I know, you know
We got way too messy
So look at me spring cleaning
This time I’m taking out of the trash
Filling up the bag
You know I got my reasons
I’m out here trimming up the fat
Mowing down the grass
You can call it petty or call it mean
Either way’s fine by me
Oh look at me spring cleaning
I’m bringing cutting season back
It’s cutting season
It’s cutting season
I’m spring cleaning
I’m spring cleaning, yeah
It’s cutting season
It’s cutting season
I’m spring cleaning
So look at me spring cleaning
This time I’m taking out the trash
Filling up the bag
You know I got my reasons
I’m out here trimming up the fat
Mowing down the grass
You can call it petty or call it mean
Either way’s fine by me
Oh look at me spring cleaning
I’m bringing cutting season back
Cutting seasons back
It’s cutting season
It’s cutting season
I’m spring cleaning
I’m spring cleaning, yeah
It’s cutting season
It’s cutting season
I’m spring cleaning
Other lyrics by NERIAH:
Gone Girl
Why are you keeping secrets? That’s what my last ex did He didn’t make it out alive I saw the texts you deleted What I’m bout to be You’ll …
Good Enough
Am I good enough Who will I be today I can’t decide Let’s roll the dice, maybe I’ll finally be someone who gets it right Oh, wouldn’t that be …
Illiterate
Thought it was a tragedy Losing you, losing me Think about you randomly Picture you in the driver’s seat I get high To forget about you touching me Over time, …
Perfect Goodbye
I’ll be parked in your driveway On a Tuesday I wouldn’t wanna ruin your weekend You’ll know it by the look on my face And then you’ll say …
Reason To Hate You
We drove boulevards In your beat-up car With our hands out the sunroof And for a moment I swore we were bulletproof Now you’re screaming at me Like you never loved …