Spring Cleaning
Spring Cleaning: A Melodic Tale of Solitude and Longing
Lyrics
The dishes start to pile up in my sink
The speaker's dirty dishes are accumulating in the sink.
Since my roommates went home
Due to the absence of roommates who have gone home.
I got nothing to eat but far too much to drink
The speaker lacks food but has excess alcohol.
That's the thing about being alone
Reflecting on the loneliness that comes with being alone.
So I'll just lay here and fester
The speaker remains idle and unproductive.
Until I hear that you're coming around
Anticipating the arrival of someone (you) to break the monotony.
There wasn't a day last semester
Past semester days were filled with dreams of your presence.
I didn't dream about you coming into town
Longing for the person to come into town.
You've got an open invitation
Expressing a welcome for the person into the speaker's life.
To the side of my bed you know is yours
A designated place for the person beside the speaker's bed.
Until you come to claim it
Waiting for the person to claim their spot.
I'll spill my guts on the floor
Metaphorically sharing emotions and feelings openly.
Such a funny thing
Reflecting on the ironic nature of the situation.
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring
Expressing a hope to be emotionally cleansed by spring.
Ten days have passed with no warning
Time passing without any communication or warning.
And I haven't moved an inch
The speaker remains motionless and stagnant.
I see no sunlight in the morning
Describing a gloomy and isolated morning.
I keep the curtains drawn ever since
Keeping curtains closed, possibly to avoid external influences.
Cause no amount of sunshine or moonlight
Believing external elements cannot change the current situation.
Can illuminate my circumstance
Internal struggles hindering progress.
And any step that I take, it just might
Fearing potential pain and avoiding taking chances.
Hurt so I won't give myself the chance
Choosing not to give oneself a chance for fear of getting hurt.
Still you've got an open invitation
Reiterating an open invitation for the person's return.
To the side of my bed you know is yours
Pointing to a designated space for the person.
But until you come back to claim it
Waiting for the person to come back and claim their spot.
I'll spill my guts on the floor
Continuing to express emotions openly until the person's return.
But I'll mop them up when I hear your truck
Ready to clean up emotionally upon hearing the person's arrival.
Pulling up to my door
Anticipation of the person's arrival at the speaker's door.
Such a funny thing
Repeating the hope of being emotionally cleansed by spring.
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring
Repeating the desire for emotional cleansing with time.
You come here to kiss me
A scene of intimacy where the person kisses the speaker.
Then you wash your mouth out with soap
Followed by an act of cleaning, washing the mouth with soap.
You tell me I'm lovely
Affirmation of the speaker's loveliness with a contrasting action.
With your hands around my throat
A juxtaposition of affection and a hint of aggression.
You've got an open invitation
Repeating the open invitation for the person's presence.
To the side of my bed you know is yours
Pointing to a designated space for the person beside the bed.
Until you come to claim it
Waiting for the person to come and claim their space.
I'll spill my guts on the floor
Continuing to express emotions openly until the person's return.
But I'll mop them up when I hear your truck
Ready to clean up emotionally upon hearing the person's arrival.
Pulling up to my door
Anticipation of the person's arrival at the speaker's door.
Such a funny thing
Repeating the hope of being emotionally cleansed by spring.
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring
Reiterating the desire for emotional cleansing with time.
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