Run the water 'til it scalds
You know that I'm listening
Pitter-patter runs the shower
Hits the bare porcelain
Watch the dirt run down the plughole
Hear an echo within
They described you nude, in detail
I knew everything

An artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline
And a soon to be burn scar in the perfect shape of the Sooner State
I fall to my knees
My piss-soaked jeans
The first time, the last time, all the times in-between
The first time, the last time, all the times I would've liked there to have been

I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea
I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea
I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea