"The first few days post-break-up can be raw and confusing. Anger slowly starts setting in, alongside confusion and desperation. This track is about being alone in my house the days following my partner leaving me and questioning all of the possible reasons why she did. Trying to complete household chores was a mundane task which left me questioning even the firmness of my bed not being enough for her: 'I hang out the washing, I’m not what she wanted. I’m folding the laundry, was my bed too hard for you after all?’ I brought in all of the drums for the last chorus as a juxtaposition for the line 'I’m not angry yet.'”
lyrics
She said, I’ve been thinking bout this for a while now
But I don't believe it, you never stopped loving me out loud
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you after all
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet
She said she’s been worried bout us for some time now
But you never said so, and we never stopped making each other proud
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you after all
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet
The colour left summer
My luck dropping in thirds
The only thing I ate this
Were my fucking words
How, how can you not
Wanna see the person you love?
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you after all
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet