Clean from Leaving Gardens by Annie Sea

If the wine could wash my lips
I'd drink myself clean.
Wake up wrapped in headphones
playing someone else's dream.

I'll put every word we ever wrote
inside one box.
Shove it in the corner
unopened and unlocked.

If the light divides our eyes
maybe I will see
the wires wrapped around my feet
are pride tripping me.

You know, I can't forget a tune
but I will try
to shout them to the air
where they will echo too high.

Maybe you should thank me
for trying to stay.
Maybe I should thank myself
for running the hell away.

'cause now I can hear myself
I don't have to yell.
I can't wait to hear her sing - I hear it's so professional.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• blues
• female vocals
• jazz
• soul
• Portland