Dry Cleaning - Goodnight lyrics
[Dry Cleaning - Goodnight lyrics]
During what was probably the
Longest two and a half months of my life
After a near death experience
I could not sleep i was on
Edge at all times and
The only thing that kept me going was Saw 2
My cat died three months ago at
Seventeen years old when this song
Plays I can remember the good old
Days when I was a
Kid how we played together with my
Cat at home alone with
My brother and all the good
Days I had with her
Good night, sweet princess
She said, "Have you ever spat cum onto
The carpet of a Travelodge?"
Unwanted oils
I keep fit running after my kids
Imagine being able to stack the odds of
Lasting love entirely in your favor
How dare you? I'm the best at what I do
How fucking dare you? Don't touch me
You stole my childhood CDs, you fuck
I need you all to shut up
I'm going through a tough time
Some bitch with a plaster on her
Face is laughing at me?
Friday nights in '91, '92
Getting the 18: 15 Thameslink
From Farringdon to
Leatherhead with this on my Walkman
This song makes me remember being
At my grandparents' house
On the swing I had in the backyard i
Must have been three or four years old
Sometimes there's also a particular smell
That activates this memory for
Me something like the smell of
Rain on thundery days
Anyway I had been swinging for hours
Trying to reach higher and higher
And I felt like the king of the universe
Everything was so easy
Everyone was alive, and they looked so happy
I miss my grandmother
Longest two and a half months of my life
After a near death experience
I could not sleep i was on
Edge at all times and
The only thing that kept me going was Saw 2
My cat died three months ago at
Seventeen years old when this song
Plays I can remember the good old
Days when I was a
Kid how we played together with my
Cat at home alone with
My brother and all the good
Days I had with her
Good night, sweet princess
She said, "Have you ever spat cum onto
The carpet of a Travelodge?"
Unwanted oils
I keep fit running after my kids
Imagine being able to stack the odds of
Lasting love entirely in your favor
How dare you? I'm the best at what I do
How fucking dare you? Don't touch me
You stole my childhood CDs, you fuck
I need you all to shut up
I'm going through a tough time
Some bitch with a plaster on her
Face is laughing at me?
Friday nights in '91, '92
Getting the 18: 15 Thameslink
From Farringdon to
Leatherhead with this on my Walkman
This song makes me remember being
At my grandparents' house
On the swing I had in the backyard i
Must have been three or four years old
Sometimes there's also a particular smell
That activates this memory for
Me something like the smell of
Rain on thundery days
Anyway I had been swinging for hours
Trying to reach higher and higher
And I felt like the king of the universe
Everything was so easy
Everyone was alive, and they looked so happy
I miss my grandmother