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 machineachine
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