I've been cleaning for a while I got boxes stacked on boxes Crinkled paper in a pile Dirty boxers, dirty socks And I've got spiderwebs galore That I yank at with a broom I got sadness in my core So I've got sadness in my room So I let the window air out All the dust I left behind When my decomposing body Was a normal thing to find When my duvet was always sticky From the rotting of my skin And my floor was always covered In the clothes I couldn't fit I've been making quite the mess Cus I've been acting really reckless My floors almost picture-esque How it's been totally neglected How the trash bags and the tissues And the empty packs of smokes Aren't really the real issue More a loud and cosmic joke And I am laying on the floor And now I'm dumbly loudly weeping Cus it's just a boring chore And it's so late I should be sleeping But I'm tryna get up, figure out This can of worms I've opened But I cannot crack it after all This puzzles messy surface I have books and books and books and books and books and books And furbies on display I have trash and trash and trash My little ponies in my bed A box of lighters without gas and tom and jerry magazines And little trinkets made of glass and dusty bootleg figurines And an insane amount of guilt I pack in plastic garbage bags So I can cover them with silk and let them swim in seas of trash And my executive dysfunction is a life-line in this mess So I will start something and give up and then do it all again