[Verse 1] Found a sock from yesterday In the sleeve of my old coat Coffee ring on your old mug Still sticky on my throat Half a load of colored clothes Spinning like my scattered plans Receipts and little crumpled notes Tumbling in the drum with my hands [Chorus] Laundry on a Tuesday Hanging up the things we wore Folding all the maybe’s Stacking them beside the door Funny how the small stuff Holds more than we ever say Guess I’m still rinsing you out Doing laundry on a Tuesday [Verse 2] Phone vibrates on the windowsill Your name I’ve never changed I let it ring into the room Where everything’s rearranged Steam fogs up the mirror frame Outlines where your picture stayed I wipe it clean, then write your name Then rub the letters all away [Chorus] Laundry on a Tuesday Hanging up the things we wore Folding all the maybe’s Stacking them beside the door Funny how the small stuff Holds more than we ever say Guess I’m still rinsing you out Doing laundry on a Tuesday [Bridge] Maybe next week These shirts won’t smell like us Maybe next spin I won’t think of your touch (oh) But for now it’s just me And this humming machine Sorting out the mess of what we used to be [Chorus] Laundry on a Tuesday Hanging up the things we wore Folding all the maybe’s Stacking them beside the door Every little small thing Says what I can’t bear to say Guess I’m still rinsing you out Doing laundry on a Tuesday
