fuck the irony

remember how you wash my clothes 

pick them out and put me on like an stylist

how we  washed out our memories 

but fortunately i kept them in my diaries 

remember how you wash my dirty laundry

and i remember how the retirement became

less doll and more of like an dormitory 

how i thinking in the beginning

well this is just something i have to deal with

dident meant to be that attach but everyone know 

i fell for everyone i met , but you impossible to forget 

i know this wore like manatory , obligatory 

and it should feel like an victory 

to recover  but it dident 

because it meant i was never gonna have to see ya 

and i had gone an complain to everyone that i wanna come home 

fuck the irony !