The washing machine runs,
Clanging while the house sleeps,
It stops while I listen from on my bed,
After a midnight beat,
Got to fix the dripping in the damn rad,
God, will it ever cease?
The fixing, building, cleaning, purchasing,
I think, in the glow after my release,
If I don't turn this screen off, I'll go mad,
That's what the experts say,
But, between work, kids, sup and the laundry,
There's not much of a day,
You can speak of,
It's these nighttime moments,
You can really think about what you've got,
And about where everything else went.
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