Clean

Feet cold New day feels old My arms are hurt As usual Don’t get too close It’s obvious I’m broken It is high time to admit I’ve been clean for two past months But now I’m weak again Weak again, weak again My love, my love Sorry, I lost the game And made it even twice I can’t stand saying that Can’t stand asking for advice As promised, I won’t get back To something that killed me once I can’t stand you asking that “Wait, when did you relapse?” It is high time to admit I’ve been clean for two past months But now I’m weak again Weak again, weak again My love, my love