If You Love Me, Come Clean - Flatsound

I can always pick up books in the search of what I need

But that doesn’t help me any if you’re impossible to read,

So if you love me, if you love me, come clean

These monsters in my closet are watching over me

The days are getting shorter and at night, it’s hard to sleep

The combination of all of this is the death of everything

So if you love me, if you love me, hurry

Because I don’t think that wasting a second of this time

Would benefit the outcome of the life I had in mind

I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free

So if you love me, if you love me, come clean

Waiting around until things grow old

I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home

And if everything was easier before

Then we’ll go back to who we were

So I’m picking up a book in the search of what I need

From religion to fiction, being lost about at sea

And all I can imagine is being brushed against your cheek

So if you love me, if you love me, come clean