Sinkful Memories

I still see your name in the draft box glow By a

sink full of plates that I do not know

(hey) "Hey, I know I shouldn't be leaving this,

but..."

Standing in a room with thrift store mirrors

Trying to make the blurry pieces clearer

Sponging down a glass that belongs to a stranger

Fingers hovering over the danger Of typing out your

number again

And the water's running warm on my cold hands

Making patterns in the porcelain like we had plans (oh-oh-oh)

I still see your name in the draft box glow By a

sink full of plates that I do not know And I almost

hit send, yeah I almost let go But I block you out,

lock you out, put on a show

Saw my face in a dusty gold frame on the wall Looking

like someone who doesn't mind the fall But the bubbles are rising

and the kitchen is small

And your ghost is the loudest sound in the hall

(do you ever think of me?)

Maybe you're washing your own glass tonight Under a different amber light

I still see your name in the draft box glow By a

sink full of plates that I do not know And I almost

hit send, yeah I almost let go But I block you out,

lock you out, put on a show