Do Not Tumble Dry

Grandpa came to me in a dream last night
Just to complain about the weather
And that's all I remember
But I had so much more to say
Like I bought a new wool sweater
That the lady down the road made
She was stoked to meet your granddaughter
So next time, stay a little longer

But am I losing my mind
Or am I holding onto something too tight?
Can't work it all out tonight
Will I ever? Maybe, I might
Shit gets shitty sometimes, you'll be fine
Shit gets shitty sometimes
But it comes out in the wash and dries on the line
And the tag says "Do not tumble dry"

But I guess, thanks for visiting
At least you didn't say anything mean
Because then, I had another dream
That all my friends hated me
Must be an insecurity

But am I losing my mind
Or am I holding onto something too tight?
Can't work it all out tonight
Will I ever? Maybe, I might
Shit gets shitty sometimes, you'll be fine
Shit gets shitty sometimes
But it comes out in the wash and dries on the line
And the tag says "Do not tumble dry"