The Washing Machine

I’ve been doing my laundry every other weekend

Put my sheets in the wash and hope your blood comes out

Once I fold all the blankets in, I don’t wanna let you in again

And that new sweater you bought is gonna start to pill soon

You’ve been running in circles tryna make it stop

Maybe you’ll save it if you never ever wear it

I’m gonna scream from the washing machine

'Cause I shrunk all my dresses again

A seventh grade dream where my clothes were real clean

But my mom turned everything pink

Sometimes at night it looks like you’ve stopped breathing

Or maybe it’s just that I am crushing you

We’re driving each other crazy but I know that you’ve been changing

So I’m gonna sleep until my bed is unmade

'Cause everything feels a little bit less safe

But I think that it’s okay to feel all of something

And you aren’t dead, it’s just all in your head

Because too many things have gone wrong

I’ll come around 'cause it’s a terrible sound

When we’re both letting each other down

You’re the reason why

I can never hide

You left my keys inside

Will you stay with me?

I’m having trouble breathing

This is not my life