Laundry Room

I’ve been waiting, all night
In the laundry room
For my clothes to dry
But nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing seems to get dry in here

And there’s something in the mirror
That keeps, pulling at my eye
Nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing is getting dry
Pulling at my eye

But I couldn’t give a toss
If you wanted
Another chance

Like a snake in a train
Or a battle in a brain
We never really had a chance
We never had a chance

And the corner of the window
Still looks like it needs cleaning

I made up a lie
I told you I was already home
When in fact, I was in Waitrose, no Sainsbury’s
I mean one of those supermarkets

I can’t get those clothes to dry
I can’t get those clothes to dry

And all of the feelings that we’re
Keeping in the bedroom
Hoping they’ll just go to sleep
They seem to be louder than ever
They seem to be calling to me

I can’t get those clothes to dry

And the drip drip drip of the pipe
Keeps me awake at night
But there isn’t another room
There’s never any room

And I can’t get those clothes to dry
I can’t get those clothes to dry