Laundry Day

People are always hurrying off through the crowd with their heads down. The sun sets again. Empty & frozen, vacancy gets in the way of understanding each other. And I'll wait, and I'll lie to myself. Everyone knows that you can't trust a stranger anymore. The city is lonely. They're all out to get us now. No one deserves the respect they expect to receive. It isn't worth it--our time is precious now. We keep dark clouds keep inside our bones. We're holding on & we can't let it go. Isn't it sad to look back & realize we've wasted our whole lives doing what we didn't wanna do?