All Washed Up
In a never ending cycle of agitation
Is it just my imagination
My world is in a relentless spin
Sheer exhaustion where do I begin
All washed up
No energy been hung out to dry
Strung up under a bleak angry sky
All washed up
All Washed up
My temperature is on the rise
Programmed to fail that’s no surprise
All mangled up on the inside so there
On a vicious spin cycle of despair
All washed up
Permanently stained I am thinking
My verve shrunk and slowly sinking
All washed up
All Washed up
Dry cleaned of any real emotion
My mind bleached now that’s a notion
I am delicate don’t give me a label
I would iron my self out if I was able
All washed up
Like an item of laundry to a degree
Worn out and tattered can’t you see
All washed up
All Washed up
You got me in a constant lather
To be left dirty I would rather
God help me in the name of the father
All Washed up
