Laundry Room/Caesura

Staring at my t-shirt

I'm trying very hard to tell you

But you gotta meet me halfway

I only use a few words

And choosing them is hard I tell ya

So you better watch what you say

Always the victim

But you can't stand up, walk away

And I might be projecting

But I can't handle your shit today

So if you need me...

I'll be in the laundry room

But I won't be washing off my clothes

I'll come out if you want me to

But for now I'm keeping this door closed

Until I gather my thoughts

Well, I'm so American

Avoiding all eye contact like a self-fulfilling prophecy

And be careful what you wish for

'Cause this is what you wanted, kid

(And there's no gift receipt)

Out of prescription

So I'll just take what I can get

It's a war of attrition

And you're just settling for less

It's not like I needed you...

I'll be in the laundry room

But I won't be washing off my clothes

I'll come out if you want me to

But for now I'm keeping this door closed

Until I gather my thoughts

Would you rather be silent?

In the same room?

Miles apart but still face to face?

I pick my battles

I play it safe

Because I love you

But there's only so much I can take from you