Stains on The Glass

Lipstick on a glass left cold

Phone is face-down on the floor

I tell myself it's under control

But the clock is ticking slow (hmm-mmm)

You ask how I am doing now

I say I'm fine,

I'm doing fine

Caught inside your velvet hook again

Lost inside the

2 a.m. spin

I'm fine, yeah I'm fine

Just waiting for the morning to begin (yeah)

Skin against the cold window pane

Counting down the drops

of rain

It's a habit that I can't break

Staying up just for your sake

And the harmony blooms tonight

Underneath the dim bedroom light

Can we open up,

just for now?

I'm fine... (so fine...)