Sweet, Sweet, and savory Are more of an oil and water Than I ever thought they could be. We got when the getting was good And now is it all too much? Like t-shirts drying on a clothing line So plain, so consistent. Sun soaked with nothing expected And no hidden costs in return. Your tooth hurts again, And I don't know if they will save it. So would they be shocked to know It could break out home? The end of the month has come again And I don't know if we'll have enough Like T-shirts drying on a clothing line In perfect unconcern to Point A to B in our lives between All we are is always juggled so we don't fall cold When it's already so hot. I wanted something simple where Unlike your past you'd be at ease in knowing That I was going to make it over Like T-shirts drying on a clothing line With just one string attached to me. It's all I want. nothing dark to hide. Can I stop time this Saturday? Can I stop time now? Let's stop time for this Saturday mornings laundry.