Hey dryer, thanks for working so hard
And hey fusebox, thanks for being locked
You're both just doing your job
So I can't blame you for the fact that the dryer isn't working and that my clothes are all damp
It isn't your fault that I want to look nice tomorrow, that's on me
It isn't your fault that maybe I want to impress someone, or at least put my best foot forward
That I would like to appear to not be a mess
That I would appreciate greatly being able to sustain the illusion that yea, I am Kyle
I am an adult and capable of not making an ass out of myself
But, like, I do still blame you
And I am hopeful that one day I will live in a place where I can just change the dang fuse
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