Cleaning Up - Forsyth

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All these memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All these memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real

I’m back in harlem in my mind

Thinking bout you all the time

Were on the steps outside

On the steps getting high

Both lost but fine

I know its not the life

You really wanted

Its not better this time

Theres silver line to find

Theres no bargaining with god

Guess we all gotta die

You’re no dad of the year

But i loved you still

I hope you know it

I know weren’t doing well

I know it felt like hell

I tried to give help

But couldn’t break your shell

Im a just poet

And now I’m back tracking in my mind

Reversing through time

There were so many signs

Fuck i knew i was right

Did i blow it?

I fuckin know it

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All these memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All your memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real

I’m in the east village in my mind

Thinking bout the last time

Little ray of sunshine

Kinda torturing my mind

You probably know it

I’ve yet to see you in my dreams

Much more reality

It was such poisoned a tree

I just really hope you know

You didn’t sow it

(you didn’t sow it)

Theres no direction in this life

Try to think of your advice

Your heart was good

Why was it so fucking hard for you

To show it

Im back to

Back tracking in my mind

Trying to map the fault lines

There was really no sign

I still knew i was right

Why did i blow it?

Cuz now

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All your memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real

Im cleaning up

All your stuff

All your memories

Are too much

And i feel

The time never spent is too real

Its too real