Pull Out Your Chair

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Looking in thrift store mirrors

We looked so clear But the person you almost were

Says forever, and means maybe

At the dining table with one chair pulled out

I trace the rings of coffee stains and think about

The dusty frame we bought for pocket change

Now hanging crooked where the light feels strange

And you were standing there

With dust gold in your hair (mmmmm)

Looking in thrift store mirrors

We looked so clear But the person you almost were Says forever,

and means maybe

We almost made it to the golden frame

Before the picture started looking fake (oh-oh-oh)

Looking in thrift store mirrors

We looked so clear

But the person you almost were Says forever,

and means maybe

At the dining table

Just one chair (yeah) Says forever,

and means maybe