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Mud on My Sleeves

Mud on My Sleeves is a Suno song by Alex Merced blending anti-folk, published September 21, 2026. Hear it and view its verified details.

Type
Suno generation
Runtime
3:26
Published
Style
anti-folk · folk-pop
Suno model
v6

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Artwork for Mud on My Sleeves

How this recording was made

Created by Alex Merced with Suno; style tags, runtime, artwork, model version and lyrics are sourced from the public Suno recording metadata.

The musical arrangement and performance were generated with Suno from Alex’s creative direction. The title, published source, model label, style tags, artwork and text shown here come from the public recording metadata.

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[Verse 1]
I miss the train, I miss the point
I break the good things I was meant to join
Leave muddy shoes by somebody's bed
Say the wrong thing, then say it again

I lose receipts, I lose my nerve
Take the long way past the place I should've turned
But if you call, I will come through
With both hands full of what I can do

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I am a crooked little compass
Spinning when the room gets wide
But I am trying not to vanish
Every time I fail outside

[Chorus]
Let me in, I am learning
I have mud on my sleeves
I can carry the folding chairs
I can stay till you leave
I will bruise the edges
I will stumble, I swear
But I care about this strange, bright world
Please let me be there

[Verse 2]
I forget names, I forget dates
Show up early, then I make you wait
Burn the toast and blame the pan
Make a promise bigger than my hands

Still I notice when your shoulders drop
Still I bring soup when the fever will not stop
I cannot fix what hurts in you
But I can sit and see it through

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I am a half-built shelter
Leaking when the weather turns
But I leave the door unlatched now
There is room for what I learn

[Chorus]
Let me in, I am learning
I have mud on my sleeves
I can carry the folding chairs
I can stay till you leave
I will bruise the edges
I will stumble, I swear
But I care about this strange, bright world
Please let me be there

[Bridge]
If I knock the glass over
I will sweep the floor
If I lose my way home
I will ask once more
No, I am not polished
No, I am not fair
But give me a corner of the table
I will tend it with care

[Final Chorus]
Let me in, I am learning
I have mud on my sleeves
I can carry the folding chairs
I can stay till you leave
I will bruise the edges
I will stumble, I swear
But I care about this strange, bright world
Please let me be there

[Outro]
I may get it wrong tomorrow
I may need another chair
If there is a little room beside you
Please let me be there

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