It Isn't Clean
Drenched in red and shattered rules
Once bent in yellow cab carousels
Your triptych blurred in my eyes of jewels
We plagued a triad of hotels
Faulty wires trip the false alarm
On the second night, on the seventh floor
If I feel no pain I see no harm
Your tears spilt down my neck feel warm
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
The candied moon above Canal Street's dead
I felt a sliver of it in my chest
I like the way you touch my head
Keep me fed on fish's flesh
Shoving sweets inside my cheek
I spit them out into your mailbox
Something in your chest that's weak
I keep my spare parts under locks
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
You've memorized the hands I fold
From where you buried your head to hide
You can keep what's left, the gold
If I can compromise your right side
I reversed my words and pressed
Dragged my finger, wet, across the glass
On the other side you're fully dressed
And I withdraw before it cracks
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Once bent in yellow cab carousels
Your triptych blurred in my eyes of jewels
We plagued a triad of hotels
Faulty wires trip the false alarm
On the second night, on the seventh floor
If I feel no pain I see no harm
Your tears spilt down my neck feel warm
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
The candied moon above Canal Street's dead
I felt a sliver of it in my chest
I like the way you touch my head
Keep me fed on fish's flesh
Shoving sweets inside my cheek
I spit them out into your mailbox
Something in your chest that's weak
I keep my spare parts under locks
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
You've memorized the hands I fold
From where you buried your head to hide
You can keep what's left, the gold
If I can compromise your right side
I reversed my words and pressed
Dragged my finger, wet, across the glass
On the other side you're fully dressed
And I withdraw before it cracks
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
Even if it's pure, it isn't clean
Even if I'm yours, it isn't me
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Writer(s): Riley Mccurry
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