Rolling in the laundry
Throw it around
Making room for less and less
Things are spiraling out
Empty room the whole week
But I still see you around
Cutting you off from me
Makes the most sense to me now
No room for new ideas
When you think with your mouth
Echo in the walls
It comes in waves
Echo in the walls
It comes in waves
Rolling in the laundry
It's piled up to our chins
Should've dealt with it before
We're tired of letting you in
No room for new ideas
When you think with your mouth
Echo in the walls
It comes in waves
Echo in the walls
It comes in waves