Sinkside Reckoning

(shhh) Standing by a sink of someone else's dishes Standing in the light

of your doorway wishes

You were just the plus-one who became the point

Now you rewrite the lines until they disappoint And it's a cold

edit

Yeah you rewrite the text Till it's dull

We are standing at the doorway of a breakdown

Watching all the color leave this gray town You cut it down,

down, down to the bone Now we're left with a script we

don't own

Oh,

we edit the love out

(we edit the love out)

Oh, we wear the dull glove now

(we wear it now)

Just someone else's dishes

Just apartment floor wishes (shhh)