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She walked through the park in the dark |
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Her best friend was her own heart beat |
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With every little step she'd take |
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She'd get one step closer to leaving |
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Sitting in her kitchen at night |
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She listened to the washing machine |
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Just wishing that she could leave |
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But there were so many loads to clean |
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She could hear it in her head sometimes |
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Like the change that she was saving in a jar |
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And the chains on the front porch swing |
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Were creaking like steps in the dark |
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One day soon this is all gonna end |
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One day soon maybe it'll all begin |
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He'd tell it to her all the time |
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He was the best thing she'd ever see |
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Oh he was stomping up and down the hall |
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But she could still hear the washing machine |
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She could hear it in her head sometimes |
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Like the change that she was saving in a jar |
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And the chains on the front porch swing |
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Were creaking like steps in the dark |
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One day soon this is all gonna end |
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One day soon maybe it'll all begin |
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What a fine mess |
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Pretty fine indeed |
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But it's just too much for me |
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For me and my washing machine |
