Washing Machine
Your eyes they look so bright
A funky flair in my appetite
But there's no room for you
My feet are on the ground
My head is in the clouds
But you still can't break through what ya gonna do
I'm not
Just gonna stand around
Waitin for
My lips to be read
Fallin through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said
Flowin like water in a crimson melody
The orange plastic sun is shinin
The truth so hard to see
The rain of your existence is fallin down on me
And the soap suds spread like a disease from my washin machine
I'm not
Just gonna stand around
Waitin for
My lips to be read
Fallin through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said
I'm not
Just gonna stand around
Waitin for you
Fallin through the cracks in the ground and I'm hopin that you'll make your next move
That you'll make your next move
I'm not
Just gonna stand around
Waitin for
My lips to be read
Fallin through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need…
To be
Said
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