Taking my time to

Sketch out his face on a tissue

Whilst sat on pile of clothes

Detergent smells like cotton rose

Waiting for the machine

To come around one more spin

I stumble on a tumble dryer

My blush, it spreads like wildfire

I saw her folding

A T-shirt like the one he was holding

What are they wearing?

It could be a coincidence

Or maybe she is into him too

It’s the launderette feud

Our cycle is in synch

Both wishing our denim won’t shrink

Like it did last month when we

Forgot to press the right setting

She picks up a button

That moment I hit rock bottom

Think she leads him by the nose

Keep seeing them superimposed

I saw her folding

A T-shirt like the one he was holding

What are they wearing?

It could be a coincidence

Or maybe she is into him too

It’s the launderette feud

Look at me

Ain’t it plain to see?

That I’m the one for you

Doing chores like grown ups do

Look again

Ain’t it significant?

How she’s always dressed the same

Swear she’s playing a mind game