Christian Clark - Dry Cleaners

Today I'm making the hardest of decisions
No one should ever be put in this position, but
I think it's time to wash my sweater
You wore it last winter a couple times
Still smells like you
That cherry scent
It's so divine
A little wine stain on the sleeve
I never expected you to leave
So now I am marching
To the death of our love
With a woven reminder
That I wasn't enough
I hope you're walking where the grass is greener
Cause now I'm crying in line at the dry cleaners
It's been here for months
Across the room
Just lying there
Beside the chair
Wearing your perfume
A little hole torn at the seam
I never expected you to leave
So now I am marching
To the death of our love
With a woven reminder
That I wasn't enough
I hope you're walking where the grass is greener
Cause now I'm crying in line at the dry cleaners
They took my sweater
Now I'm better
I can try to forget her
Torn and tattered
Doesn't matter
Thinking of it now just makes me sadder
My friends think it's juvenile
To throw a funeral
Everybody thinks that I'm delusional
My friends say it's juvenile
To throw a funeral
Everyone says that I'm delusional
So now I am marching
To the death of our love
With a woven reminder
That I wasn't enough
Oh
I hope you're walking where the grass is greener
Cause now I'm crying in line at the dry cleaners
Now I'm crying in line at the dry cleaners

Written by:
Christian Clark

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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