Clean

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Takes my pretty printed skirt
Underneath the rainbow soap bubbles
It's bleeding away all the hurt

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Washes out all the perfume
Of our warm, jasmine nights together
It's wringing out all the bloom

See my life, hung out to dry
No imprints, no marks, no stains
Cleaned up by the tears I cry
Nothing remains, nothing remains

My new blue jeans are faded now
Comforting, like an old friend
Colors run, and colors fade
Why should I even pretend?

Time has a way of doing the laundry
Each wash strips me threadbare
Dissolving into nothingness
Escaping like a prayer

See my life, hung out to dry
No imprints, no marks, no stains
Cleaned up by the tears I cry
Nothing remains, nothing remains