paroles de chanson Never Clean My Room - Swain

"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 under lost.
Search with your fingers uncrossed.
This place reeks of me.
So I'll burn the bedsheets blissfully.

When the thrill has come to an end.

Save yourself the trouble,
You can count on me to split.
I'll never clean my room.
I'll just move when I get sick of it.

Save yourself the trouble,
You can count on me to split.
I'll never clean my room.
I'll just move when I get sick of it.

Not a muse, 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 to an end.

Save yourself the trouble,
You can count on me to split.
I'll never clean my room.
I'll just move when I get sick of it.

Save yourself the trouble,
You can count on me to split.
I'll never clean my room.
I'll just move when I get sick of it.