The Lavender Epiphany

[Intro]
[Verse]
Midnight hum of the neon light
Lavender suds in the middle of night
Folding that hoodie the one you left
Feeling the weight of a gentle theft
I’m weary of holding this heavy thread
But I’m laughing at the things we said
[Verse]
Two-dollar coin in the silver trap
Buried in lint like a treasure map
Sorting the tees from the '94 tour
I don't even miss you anymore, for sure
Mismatched socks in a lonely pile
Gave me a reason to finally smile
[Pre-Chorus]
Wait for the click, wait for the heat
Feeling the pulse of the city street
It’s a humble kind of holy ground
Where the lost things are finally found
[Chorus]
Oh, let the rhythm of the dryer spin
Wash away where the hurt began
It’s a small salvation, a quiet grace
In this fluorescent, hollow place
I’m folding the pride, I’m folding the pain
And I’m never looking back again
[Post-Chorus]
(Choir swell) Oh, I’m clean now
(Choir swell) Yeah, I’m clean now
[Verse]
Grand piano plays a gospel chord
More than a girl could ever afford
I’m giddy with it, I’m silly with joy
No more a toy for a broken-heart boy
Exasperated by the way I stayed
But proud of the woman I finally made
[Bridge]
(Half-time rubato a cappella)
On the table sits a lemon cookie treat
Left by a stranger, something bittersweet
Half-eaten gift in a wrapper of gold
Stories of kindness that never get told
I don't need a miracle, I don't need a sign
Just the peace of knowing that I am mine
[Chorus]
Oh, let the rhythm of the dryer spin
Wash away where the hurt began
It’s a small salvation, a quiet grace
In this fluorescent, hollow place
I’m folding the pride, I’m folding the pain
And I’m never looking back again
[Hook]
It’s the lavender detergent
Making freedom feel so urgent
It’s the steam against the glass
Watching all the shadows pass
[Build-up]
(B3 organ intensifies)
I’m rising up from the basement floor
I don’t need that hoodie anymore
(Vocal crack on the high G)
I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!
[Chorus]
Oh, let the rhythm of the dryer spin
Wash away where the hurt began
It’s a small salvation, a quiet grace
In this fluorescent, hollow place
I’m folding the pride, I’m folding the pain
And I’m never looking back again
[Post-Chorus]
(Choir swell) Oh, I’m clean now
(Choir swell) Yeah, I’m clean now
[Breakdown]
(Brushed snare and upright bass only)
Just a quarter and a prayer
Floating in the midnight air
Just a lemon cookie crumb
Waiting for the joy to come
[Outro]