Текст песни laundry - tommy oeffling

A couple bucks left in my pocket
Your clothes left on my chair
And it might amount to something
Heartache cures amount to nothing
Throw your arms and serve the function of catastrophe
Let the river meet your locket
Toss the moments that we'd share
I wanna be a good old mother
I wanna hold the hands that pray
At least you're still off looking pretty through adversity
Oh, chances are, you wouldn't even recognize the man I am now
Oh, chances are, you wouldn't even recognize the man I am now
Oh, chances are, you wouldn't even recognize the man I am now