Washing machine whirrrrr
And its obscene that I'm obscured
I did what I did
As I do what I do
I hid what I hid
Now what am I gunna do?
It taste like it felt,so good
When they find out,trout pout,I wish they would
Say something more than nothing
Amount to something
Maybe a few more words
Like birds
Flying
Lying dying
Any more than eating alone
At home
They come
And take it away
My way
My day
Without asking if I'm grey