Marah - The Dishwasher's Dream lyrics

Born with a face that life would erase I chased the frustrated wind to New York I fell in love with Monique during a Yanks winning streak And we danced to the popping of corks I found work in the weeds of the kitchen where the seeds Of my dreams I did plant in the sink Where the tower of plates threw shadows on our fates And I had too much time for to think Fourteen hours a day left me little time to play With my lover who slept through her blues As the sizzle of filets was the soundtrack that played While I struggled through my headaches and flus And my vision of a day when we could get away Seemed to sink into the suds of the soap That I used to make money that I spent on my honey For to keep her in Cheetos and dope One day alone with my thoughts and the pans and the pots I was beginning to fear for our life While the burners threw heat from out under the meat I lunged with the edge of a knife And as my blood formed a rose with the sweat from my nose On the face of a China white plate I returned to a time when hope was our friend Instead of this b**h who we hate I fell to the tiles my face was all smiles The sink overflowing a flood as sous chefs and waiters And vegetable traders all stood in the path of my blood I began to relax and slowly unwind and drift off as the maitre'd cried "Well this is what happens when love starts to rot and poisons the dishwasher's mind" I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed My wrists were all flesh there were no signs of cuts As I reached out to touch her sweet head And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place On the tip of my fingers I leaned Into her ear and told her no fear We're just having the same awful dream