Lyric

Midnight laundromat

Blue light on my face

Same black hoodie

Same detergent trace

Quarters in my palm

Phone at three percent

I keep refreshing nothing

Like it means you meant

Dryer window turns

My reflection bends

Clean clothes coming back

Same thoughts again

I mute your name

Then check the screen

I fold my shirt

Like I’m folding me

Round and round

I keep coming back to it

Fresh out warm

Still not through with it

All my days get clean

Then dirty up by night

I swear I’m moving on

But I’m moving in a circle right

Round and round

I look fine from far away

New hair clip

Same ache under everything

Close friends story

Almost told the truth

Deleted before anyone

Could screenshot proof

Delivery bag

On the plastic chair

I eat standing up

Like I’m not really there

For You Page knows me

Better than my friends

Shows me girls in better rooms

Starting over again

I wash the week

I dry the lie

I pair the socks

I lose my mind

Round and round

I keep coming back to it

Fresh out warm

Still not through with it

All my days get clean

Then dirty up by night

I swear I’m moving on

But I’m moving in a circle right

Round and round

I look fine from far away

New hair clip

Same ache under everything

Maybe growing up

Is just doing chores with damage

Maybe healing looks boring

When nobody can post it

Maybe I want a new life

But only in theory

Because the old one knows

Exactly where to find me

I keep my face calm

Under fluorescent light

If I’m so over it

Why am I here every night

Round and round

I keep coming back to it

Fresh out warm

Still not through with it

All my days get clean

Then dirty up by night

I swear I’m moving on

But I’m moving in a circle right

Round and round

I look fine from far away

New hair clip

Same ache under everything