Clean - Noah Kittinger

cold as I

fall behind

set my kind

followed blind

I said it all myself

said it all with no help

said it once before

coming down for sure

I’m still here

cold with fear

who can I

call tonight

you weren’t there before

you weren’t there before

what was that you mean

haven’t we been clean

words so sharp

in my eye

who do you

call at night

losing grip again

holding back faint grins

said it once for me