Yelled at me saying I put all our intimate laundry online
Yeah I need it done, air dry, refreshed
Ready for use, emotions and bad thoughts are stains, wardrobe strained
Without suitable masks, laugh, whatever, but I try on what I think you’ll like
Real me partially hidden when it comes to trusting, even though you’ve been straightforward
Silly goose, never took time regarding reading my foreword, you’re always behind
Very well, my underwear exposed online, yeah these raw emotions
Bet you thought I was joking, when I said I write uncooked doughnuts
Shirts and pants as I expose more, even dirty tidbits as socks previously left on carpeted floors
Rain and pours, laughingstock when I forget, my mistakes embarrassing clothesline view yet
Hardest harshest critic, is a pathetic ego programmed effectively in poison paralytic
Silly goose, these words untie every tightened fastened almost unbreakable loop.