Drowning In The Washing Machine
I'm drowning in the washing machine
A paranoid thought of who I've been
I want to inject the brain vaccine
I need someone on whom To lean
The bubbles are tryna reach my head
I think they're making me so sad
Can I borrow your gills?
Cause Breathing under water isn't one of my skills
Turn off the washing machine
I am knocking from within
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
I'm drowning in the washing machine
A paranoid thought of who Ive seen
I want to escape my tunnel vision
Do you still hate this water prison?
Am I less boring now?
Do you still want part of me somehow?
I'm growing webbing - how does that work?
I'm Asking myself if dying hurts
Turn off the washing machine
I am knocking from within
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
And sometimes one might need a little care
Eventhough you're not breathing - no air
She tells me to not be scared
She tells me that its all fair
End the spiral
Stop this vicious cycle
A paranoid thought of who I've been
I want to inject the brain vaccine
I need someone on whom To lean
The bubbles are tryna reach my head
I think they're making me so sad
Can I borrow your gills?
Cause Breathing under water isn't one of my skills
Turn off the washing machine
I am knocking from within
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
I'm drowning in the washing machine
A paranoid thought of who Ive seen
I want to escape my tunnel vision
Do you still hate this water prison?
Am I less boring now?
Do you still want part of me somehow?
I'm growing webbing - how does that work?
I'm Asking myself if dying hurts
Turn off the washing machine
I am knocking from within
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
My fists are hurting, my eyes are red
I guess you're flirting with someone dead
And sometimes one might need a little care
Eventhough you're not breathing - no air
She tells me to not be scared
She tells me that its all fair
End the spiral
Stop this vicious cycle
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