Verse 1
The coffee mug’s made a map of yesterday,
Socks like tiny islands beneath the bed sway.
Sunlight finds the dust like confetti on the sill,
I promise I’ll start — then my fingers stay still.
Pre-Chorus
A mountain of laundry tells its own slow tale,
A chorus of small things that never seem to fail.
I tell myself one song will get me in stride,
But the radio's softer than the list in my mind.
Chorus
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter what i say it's never ending...
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter where I go it will always find me...
even when my mama tells my to finish it, I get super tired and I want to take a break
(Keep these lines like a hook — it hums and loops, a little stubborn, a little true.)
Verse 2
The sink holds last night’s dishes like tiny moons,
A sticky note stuck to a jar of old tunes.
I move like a slow comet through the hallway light,
Skipping a corner, making peace with the night.
Pre-Chorus 2
There’s rhythm in wiping and a secret in the broom,
A memory tucked in each corner of the room.
Mama’s voice like weather — patient, soft, and near,
I fold it into pockets and let the tired steer.
Chorus — Rising
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter what i say it's never ending...
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter where I go it will always find me...
even when my mama tells my to finish it, I get super tired and I want to take a break
But somewhere in the counter crumbs, a laugh I know returns —
I trace the edges of the day until it softly burns.
Bridge
It’s not just chores, it’s how the house remembers names:
The kid’s first scuff, the coffee stain that never shames.
In the repetition there’s a kind of gentle care —
Scrubbing out the chaos, finding why I’m there.
I learn to treat the minutes like a small, warm choreographed prayer.
Chorus — Emotional Payoff
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter what i say it's never ending...
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter where I go it will always find me...
even when my mama tells my to finish it, I get super tired and I want to take a break
And when the lamps are shining, and the floorboards speak my name,
I’ll sit down with the silence — proud of every little stain.
Outro
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter what i say it's never ending...
I don't like to cleaning but cleaning like me, no matter where I go it will always find me...
even when my mama tells my to finish it, I get super tired and I want to take a break
So I dance with the dust, I hum through the ache,
A never-ending dance, a slow and honest wake.
