Washing Machine

 

Where is my phone

I left it in the pocket of my jeans

I don’t think it was supposed to be clean

Or did I try to make it disappear

Once again

Now I see it spinning through the glass

I’m drowning out the noise to kill the lies
I crank the volume up to feel alive
 

And now

I got to

Wash it

In my

 

Washing machine

Washing machine

Washing machine

Washing machine

 

Where is my soul

I left it tangled in the in between

No bleach will ever get what’s underneath

So how can I erase my memories

Just for tonight

Erase my memories

 

And now

I got to

Wash it

In my

 

Washing machine

Washing machine

Washing machine

Washing machine