Fog on the Glass - Told Slant

Hold out your hand

It’s only some darkness

The way home’s the same

Even when you can’t see it

I didn’t mean it

When I said I felt alone in the room with you

I think I just needed to know that I could hurt you too

You check the mail

I push down the french press

We go to sleep and dream different things

The backseat, the night drive, the fog on the glass

Your thumb moves in circles on the back of my hand

By the seat belt buckles there is nothing wrong

I wake up ashamed

And though you’re still sleeping

I say I need you around like I did before

It was hard before

It was hard

Before it was hard before

It was hard before it was hard before

It was hard before it was hard

Before it was hard it was hard

Before

It was hard

How much can you lose and still be you?

When I think of you I just lose

And when I have nothing left to lose

Will I lose that to?