Odes to Joy

Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 8 · middle

Mark It Clean

MIRROR — Filth/marking: uro/coprophilia ('mark your territory, warm rain') vs Mysophobia ('everything is filthy, one more wipe won't save me').

Lyrics

[Intro]
White tiles. Bleach on the breeze.
Everything in its place.

[Verse 1]
I keep the countertops like glass,
Not a single shadow allowed to pass.
Water running at 108 degrees,
Washing out the memories.
I’m terrified of what you track inside,
The heavy boots, the muddy kind of flood.

[Chorus]
But when the storm breaks, let it roar,
Leave your signature across the floor.
A warm rain dropping on a sterile dream,
Darling, come and mark it clean.
Claim the territory, let it spill,
I’ll scrub it later, but I need the thrill.

[Verse 2]
You’ve got a heavy, golden touch,
Washing over all my careful lines.
I panic when it feels like too much,
But I’m looking for the warning signs.
A sudden shower in the afternoon,
Ruining the perfect white I spun.
I reach for the towel a beat too late,
Shivering beneath your private sun.

[Chorus]
When the storm breaks, let it roar,
Leave your signature across the floor.
A warm rain dropping on a sterile dream,
Darling, come and mark it clean.
Claim the territory, let it spill,
I’ll scrub it later, but I need the thrill.

[Bridge]
The panic of the puddle, the beauty of the stain.
I hate the way it lingers, I’m begging for the rain.
I want to be untouchable, an empty, perfect room,
But I leave the window open to the dampness and the gloom.
And my hands are shaking on the yellow sponge.

[Chorus]
So let the storm break, let it roar,
Leave your signature across the floor.
A warm rain dropping on a sterile dream,
Darling, come and mark it clean.
Claim the territory, let it spill,
I’ll wash it out tomorrow, but I need the thrill.

[Outro]
Spotless.
Ruined.
Spotless again.
Just leave a little trace where the weather came in.
Water running at 108.
Mark it clean.
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