Sitting at the laundromat
Trying to wash you out my jeans
I'm flipping my last quarter
Wish I could climb in the machine
Sitting in the shower
Trying to wash you out my hair
I'm running out of hot water
Wish I could fog up with the air
Sitting in a dark room
Trying to wash you out my mind
I'm drowning in the silence
Wish I could tape my heart on rewind
No comments:
Post a Comment