What if My Dream, Does not, Happen?

I hate cleaning my room 

 I love the way the mess glitters 

Same in the June gloom

 I think you should sit on my dirty clothes throne 

It's a nightmare inside my home 

My room is such a mess 

It's not something to take lightly 

Bins, no rubbish bags, stacks and stacks of bins, no rubbish, bags 

Sleep in on a three seater instead 

Wake up, simple pound in my head, 

Like your heartbeat in your throat 

Just throw down another dirty coat 

 Verse two? Verse three? 

Someone said, they'd change what they told their friends 

I think it's better, to lie instead 

Easier to lie and tell your best friend 

"I'm fine" not "hey :)" 

My room its such a mess 

Can't clean, know it causes too much stress, 

Maybe they'd like if it were new and shiny

Do you still think this is about a room?