Alright I'm done sulking. I need to accept streams are now a lottery. I'm publishing everything I created during the past months, starting with this one as Spring is ending. I wrote it for the Spring Playlist contest. Even if I love a good growl, Ska is probably my favorite music genre. Hope some ska fans are still out there. I got 2 more ska tracks coming soon (ish). == I pulled your hoodie from the back of the closet Smelled like cigarettes, cheap cologne and February Threw it on the pile with all the Christmas shit And the succulent I killed in '23 Snow's gone but the mud's still thick Still knee-deep in the shit I swore I'd fix It's spring cleaning, baby, everything must go! Grudges in the garbage, the curb gets the ego I'm lighting up the bonfire in the driveway Watch it burn, watch it burn, baby (whoa-oh-oh) I'm lighter than I've been in months, whatever The fresh mud smells sweet but the smoke smells better Old journals full of "maybe he’ll change" And "maybe next year I won't feel estranged" Expired pills for panics I can't name Therapy bills from the guy who says I'm "sane" Found that one text I never sent last year Kept it to remind me of him and my fear Tax forms, take-out menus, white flag Fuck it, it's all going in the bag Ground’s thawing but my brain’s still iced I’m dragging bags out like I’m running from my life It's spring cleaning, baby, everything must go! Grudges in the garbage, the curb gets the ego I'm lighting up the bonfire in the driveway Watch it burn, watch it burn, baby (whoa-oh-oh) I'm lighter than I've been in months, whatever The fresh lilacs smell sweet but the smoke smells better Yeah it stings a little when the flames catch But the future is thawing and I can't look back I kept the good parts, buried all the rest Gotta trust myself, this is for the best It's spring cleaning, baby, everything must go! Grudges in the garbage, the curb gets the ego I’m lighting up the bonfire in the driveway Watch it burn, watch it burn, baby (whoa-oh-oh) I’m lighter than I’ve been in months, whatever The remnants of your cologne's sweet but the smoke smells better
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