She walked in the park in the dark
Her best friend was her own heartbeat
With every little step she'd take
She'd get one step closer to leaving
Sitting in the kitchen at night
She'd listen to the washing machine
Wishing that she could leave
But there were so many loads to clean
She could hear it in her head sometimes
Like the change she's been saving in a jar
And the chains on the front porch swing
Were creaking like steps in the dark
One day soon, this is all gonna end
One day soon, maybe it will all begin
She veered from him all the time
She was the best he'd ever seen
Stomping up and down the hall
She could still hear washing machine
She could hear it in her head sometimes
Like the change she's been saving in a jar
And the chains on the front porch swing
Were creaking like steps in the dark
One day soon, this is all gonna end
One day soon, maybe it will all begin
What a fine mess, a fine mess indeed
A little too much for me, me and my washing machine