Fold It Slow

Name: Fold It Slow
Duration: 294 s
Description: Fold It Slow by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Vent fan broke or something, now the clothes won't dry alone She looks up from the fold, says "yours…”

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Fold It Slow lyrics

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Intro

Sunday rain tapping the glass like it knows the routine Same machine by the door, same seat, same two loads seen She folds hers slow on purpose, so do I anymore Dryer's been done ten minutes, we still on this floor

Verse 1

Same machine every Sunday, same seat by the door She folds hers slow on purpose, so do I anymore Dryer's been done ten minutes, we still on this floor Black tee in her basket that I ain't seen in weeks She smooths the collar twice, like the fabric got a secret it keeps My gray hoodie been missing, now it's sitting in her pile neat Neither one of us moves, the spin cycle still got our feet The rain keeps tapping the glass like it knows we both been stalling here Two loads that been mixing without either one of us saying a word in the clear The coin slot clicks like a clock that don't want us to leave Her hands move like she's reading the fabric for a sign she can't see I match her pace on my own load, like we both agreed To stretch the minutes into something the dryers can't speed

Pre-chorus

Vent fan broke or something, now the clothes won't dry alone She looks up from the fold, says "yours got mixed with mine some" I say "been that way a minute," voice coming out low She almost smiles, says "maybe we should trade for the mix up, you know"

Chorus

Fold it slow, don't let this end Fold it slow, don't let this end We been circling this same floor like the spin don't ever end Fold it slow, don't let this end

Verse 2

Two months of quiet trades, her scarf been in my duffel bag My tee been in her basket, neither one of us had The words to call it what it was until the dryer up and crashed Now we standing with the proof, both of us looking mad She says "for the mix up, maybe we should trade numbers tonight" I say "yeah, for the logistics," but my tone stay light The fluorescent lights been buzzing like they been watching us the whole time Her eyes catch mine for a second, then drop back to the line We both know the loads been talking without either one of us saying a line Now the broken dryer forced the first real word out in the open sign

Chorus

Fold it slow, don't let this end Fold it slow, don't let this end We been stalling on purpose, now the purpose got a light Fold it slow, don't let this end

Bridge

I been coming on Sundays I don't even need to wash Just to see how you take your time with that one shirt, slow like you know the cost Of letting the moment end, of letting the basket empty out too soon Now the number in my phone feels heavier than any load I carried through this room The spin cycle stopped but neither one of us reached for the door She folded that last sleeve like she was holding onto something more I stood there with my basket full of clothes that ain't even mine no more

Chorus

Fold it slow, don't let this end Fold it slow, don't let this end We been circling this floor, now the circle got a name Fold it slow, don't let this end

Outro

Fold it slow...

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