Clean or Dirty

Clean or Dirty

acoustic guitar-driven pop-punk with a raw, rebellious edge, blending catchy, upbeat melodies with fast-paced, driving rhythms. It balances carefree, nostalgic tones with bursts of chaotic, almost anthemic aggression, featuring sing-along choruses, punchy power chords, and occasional frenetic bursts that feel like live, messy, fun-filled youth. The overall vibe is both raucous and celebratory, capturing the exhilaration of reckless freedom, adolescent rebellion, and late-night adventures, while maintaining an infectious, melodic sensibility that invites jumping, shouting, and endless singalongs.

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Lyrics

I’m SO distracted by everything My mind always drifts away from me i'M TRYING TO learn these chords I WANT TO know them all But how long can I hold my focus Before it's gone I WROTE THESE words I could sing them all But only until they slip away I can’t keep it straight Nothing feels the same They say, “Every day’s a new day” I say, “Yeah… okay” That’s pretty cool, I guess Every morning’s something new But I’m exhausted From starting over too I can’t keep anything on track I can’t finish anything at all I just keep going on and on Yeah, I just keep going on and on I never stay on track No, I never stay on track I never stay on track at all Verse 2 (Pulls back again) I played the guitar pretty good For maybe five minutes or so Then my hands went wild And I lost control Bang, bang, bang On the body of the thing Till the room felt small And I went insane I start a book I don’t get far Now I’m talking about books Why am I here? There’s a plate on the counter A cup in the sink Did I start the dishwasher? I honestly can’t think I forget Were those dishes clean or dirty? Were those dishes clean or dirty? Were those dishes clean or dirty? Are the dishes fucking clean or dirty? I don’t know, guess I’ll do it again Yeah, I’ll do it again I’m always repeating shit Same old nights, same old mess Nothing ever stays the same But nothing ever gets fixed There’s paper on the table Paper on the floor Where did all this come from? What was I looking for? I’m trying to walk out the door But I turn around Back and forth Back and forth Like I’m confused by the ground I’m on a seesaw Up and down My head goes quiet Then it’s too damn loud I can’t keep anything on track I can’t keep anything at all I never stay on track I never stay on track I never stay on— Clean or dirty? We go round, we go round Like a kids’ song in my head Till we all fall down Yeah… we all fall down Woo. Woo. Woo.