[Verse] Spin cycle whispers, neon flickers dim, You stand by the dryers just like a ghost within, Last time was fire, now silence in the hum, Corner laundromat, where the cold beats drum. Your eyes catch mine through steam and the haze, Words stuck heavy in the wet, heavy maze, Hands in pockets, trying to look away, But here we are frozen, on this gray display. [Pre-Chorus] Was it fate, or just the rinse and the repeat? Caught in this cycle, where memories meet. [Chorus] Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. [Verse] You fold a shirt, like folding up our time, Every crease reminds me of the silent rhyme, Machines hum low, like a soft requiem, For stories folded tight, left in the interim. The scent of soap and regret in the air, I catch your breath, but you don’t seem to care, We share this moment, a fragile, tense trap, Spinning old memories inside this map. [Pre-Chorus] Was it fate, or just the rinse and the repeat? Caught in this cycle, where memories meet. [Chorus] Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. [Bridge] No words, just the beat of a dryer’s turn, Lessons in silence, what we forgot to learn, If we rewind, could we ever restart? Or is this just the rhythm breaking apart? [Chorus] Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. Round and round, like the spin on the drum, Back to this corner where the past won’t run, Two exes caught in the rhythm of a night, Lost in the echo of laundromat light. [Outro] Machines keep spinning, but we remain still, Two shadows fading in the after-chill.