Dirty Dishes

And you cried all night 'til you created a stream And it flows forever, it's made of dreams That didn't come true, and I'm sorry, there's nothing more That I can do When we get together, take apart my fantasy And when we are done, we'll work on you Yes, we lie emotionless staring at the ceiling Your back turned up against the wall And now I, I clearly see straight to the back of my skull And I'm shivering all night long Yes, my skin is clear and you can see what I'm thinking I'm thinking hard about all the things I've been dreaming I've been dreaming about you, and only you Turning land into waste and barren into parking lots And I'm constantly turned off by the look of the clock And it's turning into hours And I've got nothing to look forward too 'Cause I killed all the flowers And that cold wind will blow, tear the skin off your nose And you've got nothing to be grateful for But your list of wishes Yes, and dirty dishes And you wanted more and you got less, and it hurt Oh, but it could be worse, yeah Things could be so much worse --- Dirty Dishes - Deer Tick