Airing out the dirty laundry after you told me you’ve been worn once,
Folding up the truth, like cleanliness is not the way.
Laying my body on dirty sheets, smelling the scent of all the lies you’ve told me,
The hot cycle on pale days, the cold cycle on hot ones,
Just wanting to snuggle against the warm body which I belong to,
After all we’ve been here before, headed to the Laundromat to air out your
Dirty laundry, after I got you supposedly fresh and new.
Now you’re dirty, filthy.
That’s why I have my “soap, powder, bleach, fabric softner,
Your dirty drawls”, I’m heading to the Laundromat with all of your wrongs.
Folding up the truth, like cleanliness is not the way.
Laying my body on dirty sheets, smelling the scent of all the lies you’ve told me,
The hot cycle on pale days, the cold cycle on hot ones,
Just wanting to snuggle against the warm body which I belong to,
After all we’ve been here before, headed to the Laundromat to air out your
Dirty laundry, after I got you supposedly fresh and new.
Now you’re dirty, filthy.
That’s why I have my “soap, powder, bleach, fabric softner,
Your dirty drawls”, I’m heading to the Laundromat with all of your wrongs.
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