Lyrics

Out in the rain for the last time you stumble home Telling yourself that you're better off all alone Nobody complains about the dishes in the bedroom Or counts all the corks of the bottles you consumed The cat in the grocery bag on the kitchen floor Is the sound you mistake for your lover coming through the Door The radiator could've been the sound of turning keys As you hear it from the bathroom where you're crying on Your knees Tried to steal my soul Spinning out of control Took what I thought was mine It's my turn, it's my time