Clean - Amanda Somerville

Finish me

Push me off the ledge

So hard to read

So hard to make a call on what you do or say

It’s not my place to do so, anyway

A magnet pulls

It singes the air

I’m torn in two

I’m watching your fingers painting shadows with the beat

Longing for your hands to reach out for me

And don’t you know

I need to come clean

Indiscreet

I’ve got something to say

Giving away my dirty deed

Is it indiscreet

I’ve got nothing to lose

To tell you you’re the liquid of my dreams

I need to come clean

Taunting me

I’d say you were there

We’re stumbling

We’re walking a tightrope made of high voltage wire

We’re melting as we tend to our fires

You’re whispering

I don’t want to hear

You’re mumbling

You see how I fight to claw my way further down

The need to bury my secret is strong

And yet I know

I need to come clean

Heaven help me

Will I ever be clean of this

Mortally afflicted

Heaven help…

But leave a light on so you can watch me sin

Glistening

We dance in the rain

So easy now

So hard to pull the brake once you’re on the ride

You’ll get to know me from the inside

I need to come clean