“I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.”
“In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete Drawn only to be washed away For the time that I've been given I am what I am”
“Even the blood is quickly washing away in the driving rain, I wish my conscience could get clean so fast.”
“I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.”
“I'd try to wash away the noise of the weeping woman and the vision of dust, but it echoed in my head all day.”
“I sure wish deodorant tasted like butter, because then I could keep mashed potatoes warm and tasty in my armpits all day long.”