No matter how long you wash a glass

It always comes out dirty

Swipes where your thumbs used to be

Photograph, photograph on the kitchen windowsill

It reminds me of the place I wanna be

I say a little, I say a lot

Every speck of something means something to me

Sky is dark for after eight

Trying to evaporate

Even with no follow through

I know that I'll find some truth

Fifty percent of

The things I said to you

That day I felt so off

Smile through your t-shirt

Missed the lock with my key

Scratched a thin pale line of paint away

I say a little, I mean a lot

I’ve been dreaming of people I used to be

When you turned thirty

I remember walking home on ice

The apartment (sky is dark for after eight)

And it's snowing (trying to evaporate)

It’s extravagant (sky is dark for after eight)

I’m complaining (trying to evaporate)

Hold it in my middle name

I will always feel this way hold it in my middle name

I will always feel this way hold it in my middle name

Look at me now in the open

I will follow all the yellow lines

On the highway where the roads and the rivers intersecting

I will follow all the yellow lines