Clean Up My Own Mess

rock, High-tempo rock anthem with male vocals; snarling overdriven guitars locked to an urgent drum groove, Intro starts with a tense riff in a minor key, then a tight, punchy first chorus erupts, Verses drop to a gritty, slightly held-back pocket that lets the vocal spit attitude, Bridge climbs with climbing power chords and gang-shout responses, Final chorus hits hardest with doubled lead vocals and octave guitars, then the outro eases into a slow, melodic coda, gain pulled back, letting the last vocal lines hang in reverb, slow, electric

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[Intro] Started in the corner Dust on my name Every loose end Pointing my way [Chorus - Minor Hard] If it’s gonna get done I’ll clean it up myself (yeah) Every lie Every stain Every leftover hell You can talk You can run I’m the last one left ‘Cause nothing’s ever done right Till I clean up my own mess [Verse 1] You left your chaos On my front door Blamed my silence Then asked for more I wore your damage Like a second skin Till I burned those labels From the shape I’m in [Chorus] If it’s gonna get done I’ll clean it up myself Every lie Every stain Every leftover hell You can talk You can run I’m the last one left ‘Cause nothing’s ever done right Till I clean up my own mess (my own mess) [Bridge] I’m done being your trash can Your easy place to hide I’m dragging all your ghosts out Throwing them outside You want a savior? Find another throne I’m busy clearing Everything I own (hey!) [Verse 2] Box up the memories Put them by the street All your broken promises Right there at my feet I sweep the ashes Off my chest Step through the doorway Into something less [Chorus - Hard] If it’s gonna get done I’ll clean it up myself (myself) Every scar Every doubt Every piece you shelved You can beg You can break I won’t break again ‘Cause nothing’s ever done right Till I cut you from my hands If it’s gonna get done I’ll clean it up myself Yeah nothing’s ever done right Till I clean up my own mess [Outro - Slow Mellow] Soft light in the hallway Quiet in my head All your heavy footprints Finally dead If it’s gonna get done I’ll walk this road alone Cleaning every last thing Till this place feels like my own

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