If You Love Me, Come Clean

I can always pick up books in the search of what I need
But that doesn’t help me any if you’re impossible to read,
So if you love me, if you love me, come clean
These monsters in my closet are watching over me
The days are getting shorter and at night, it’s hard to sleep
The combination of all of this is the death of everything
So if you love me, if you love me, hurry
Because I don’t think that wasting a second of this time
Would benefit the outcome of the life I had in mind
I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free
So if you love me, if you love me, come clean
Waiting around until things grow old
I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home
And if everything was easier before
Then we’ll go back to who we were
So I’m picking up a book in the search of what I need
From religion to fiction, being lost about at sea
And all I can imagine is being brushed against your cheek
So if you love me, if you love me, come clean