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Maisie Peters

Spring Clean

 

Spring Clean


If anyone asks
Oh, I'm doing fine
I've been dusting the rooms
Where your stuff used to lie
I would call it a spring clean
But nothing has grown since you left
If anyone asks
Oh I'm doing fine
I've been using the time
To read books you don't like
Never knew how to read you
Guess now I don't even have to try

And my friends phone me up
Saying, "how you holding up?"
And I say to them, "I'm holding strong"
They will sigh with relief
While I stare at my feet
Holding back how I'm barely holding on
Coz all I know now is that I don't know how
You whitewashed me so quickly and you don't think of me at all
How does that feel, tell me how does that feel?

Yeah I'm keeping busy
Oh I'm learning Spanish coz
Talking to yourself
Seems more sane in a language
That no one else speaks
They can't hear all the tears in your words

And my friends phone me up
Saying, "how you holding up?"
And I say to them, "I'm holding strong"
They will sigh with relief
While I stare at my feet
Holding back how I'm barely holding on
Coz all I know now is that I don't know how
You whitewashed me so quickly and you don't think of me at all
How does that feel, tell me how does that feel?

Nothing makes sense anymore
You went back to the south
I'd choose you every lifetime loving you inside and out
But I never chose feeling
Lonely when I heard the rain
Or your name or the song that you
Said was for about me
Was it really?
Nobody chooses to lose him
When all that you knew
Was how to be his

And my friends phone me up
Saying, "how you holding up?"
And I say to them, "I'm holding strong"
They will sigh with relief
While I stare at my feet
Holding back how I'm barely holding on
Coz all I know now is that I don't know how
You whitewashed me so quickly and you don't think of me at all
How does that feel, tell me how does that feel?

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