The Laundromat at 3 AM

[Chorus] Empty matches in my pocket, yeah He promised me the ocean, what a joke, I swear Just a receipt with a number, wrong and fake Now my dreams are spinning, a blurry blue ache [Verse] Three AM, fluorescent light Street-side fish stall plastic snaps in the night My canvas tumbles, a slow, wet spin Where does the art end and the losing begin? My eyes meet the streetlamp's glare Swollen grey, a silent prayer For a shore I'll never see Just this endless laundry [Pre-Chorus] He said forever, a whispered vow But forever's just a moment, isn't it now? Lost in the suds, the fabric bleeds Planting doubt like tiny seeds [Chorus] Empty matches in my pocket, yeah He promised me the ocean, what a joke, I swear Just a receipt with a number, wrong and fake Now my dreams are spinning, a blurry blue ache [Verse] The city sleeps, a concrete hum While I'm here, feeling numb Watching colors fade and run Beneath the indifferent moon, undone Each rotation, a lost stroke A promise broken, a fragile joke This sterile room, my only muse Paying for my art with these blues [Pre-Chorus] He said forever, a whispered vow But forever's just a moment, isn't it now? Lost in the suds, the fabric bleeds Planting doubt like tiny seeds [Chorus] Empty matches in my pocket, yeah He promised me the ocean, what a joke, I swear Just a receipt with a number, wrong and fake Now my dreams are spinning, a blurry blue ache [Bridge] This spinning drum, a cruel machine Reflecting everything I've ever seen Fading sketches, hopes untold A story turning grey and old I trace the lines of my design Lost in the rhythm, yours and mine But the sea is just a distant sound On this lonely, laundered ground [Outro]