Clean Verse 1 Woke up with a war in my bloodstream again My shadow’s got a voice and it calls me a friend Says “Kid, you look tired of fighting your head — There’s a shortcut down where the angels all bled.” Bathroom mirror looks like a crime scene chalk Every thought’s another outline I walk The devil in my lungs says “Just breathe me in,” But the ghost of a promise says “Don’t give in.” ⸻ Pre-Chorus Standing on the edge of my own bad luck With the whole damn void saying “Jump, kid, jump.” But the part of me that’s still thirteen Is screaming through the static — ⸻ Chorus I’m so sick of being sober Sick of living in my head Every hallway in my mind tonight Feels like walking with the dead And the dark keeps getting closer Like a wave about to crash But I’m holding on to hope With my fingernails in ash Yeah the night keeps getting mean But it hasn’t swallowed me I might hate the man I’ve been But I’m still still still clean ⸻ Verse 2 The abyss looks good in neon tonight Like a dive bar humming under black light Where the lost kids laugh with chemical grace And nobody’s forced to remember their face Yeah I know that door, I’ve held that key Hell used to fit like a leather jacket on me But the price of a high is a hole in the floor And I’ve buried enough of myself before ⸻ Pre-Chorus Standing in the dark of an empty room Where the silence blooms like a bruise in bloom Then a tiny voice cuts the gasoline — “You’re the match, not the kerosene.” ⸻ Chorus I’m so sick of being sober Sick of living in my head Every hallway in my mind tonight Feels like walking with the dead And the dark keeps getting closer Like a wave about to crash But I’m holding on to hope With my fingernails in ash Yeah the night keeps getting mean But it hasn’t swallowed me I might hate the man I’ve been But I’m still still still clean ⸻ Bridge I lost my halo in a bathroom stall Traded lullabies for chemical calls Watched innocence drown in a paper cup While the whole damn world yelled “Grow up, grow up.” But the truth about hell nobody tells — It only wins if you stay there yourself. So I lit one spark in the darkest room Watched the shadows run like they always do Turns out the light I was begging to see Was the stubborn war still alive in me. ⸻ Final Chorus Yeah I’m sick of being sober But I’m sicker of the grave And the darkness in my bloodstream Doesn’t get to choose my name Yeah the night keeps getting mean But it hasn’t swallowed me I might hate the man I’ve been But the bastard’s still breathing. Still bleeding. Still fighting. Still clean. ⸻ Outro Standing at the edge of the same old scene With the abyss staring back at me And for a second I swear it almost —
