Quarters

[INTRO — instrumental, dreamy synth chords, soft 808] [HOOK — gentle sung-rap] You was out of quarters, I was out of words (out of words) Lucky that my pocket had a couple to serve Now every Thursday I bring extra change Just in case your spin cycle needs me again (quarters, quarters) [VERSE 1 — soft sung-rap] Thursday night laundromat, fluorescent and warm (yeah) You in the corner with a basket and a scorn For the machine that ate your last two coins I slide mine across like I'm joining Something bigger — you smile like I paid your rent Two quarters, baby, best twenty-five cents times two I ever spent We talk about detergent like it's wine from a valley Powder versus pods, you got opinions, it tally With mine — that's a sign, I don't care what the cynics say Love starts in weird rooms on ordinary days Your dryer buzzes, mine's got ten to go You fold real slow — I noticed, so you know [VERSE 2 — warmer, flow loosens] Week two, I brought the fabric sheets you like Week three, you saved the cart with the wheel that's right Week four, we split a vending machine dinner Cheese crackers, orange soda — baby, I'm a winner My shirts never been this clean in my life Got a crease in my jeans like I'm somebody's — wait Too soon, too soon, but the spin goes round And something in my chest makes a similar sound So next Thursday, if you're out of change again I'll be right here with a pocketful of when [BRIDGE — drums drop, voice bare] It ain't much of a story But it's ours and it's warm That's the whole thing That's the whole thing [HOOK — full, warm swell] You was out of quarters, I was out of words (out of words) Lucky that my pocket had a couple to serve Now every Thursday I bring extra change Just in case your spin cycle needs me again (quarters, quarters) [OUTRO — synths shimmer out] (quarters, quarters) Same time next week Bring your dirty laundry — I mean that both ways