Dirty Dishes

And you cried all night till you crated a stream And it flows forever, it's made of dreams That didn't come true, and I'm sorry but there's nothing more That I can do

When we get together and take apart my fantasy And when we are done, we'll work on you Yes, we lie emotionless staring at the ceiling Your back turned up against the wall

And now I, I clearly see straight to the back of my skull And I'm shivering all night long And my skin is clear and you can see what I'm thinking I'm thinking hard about all the things I've been dreaming I've been dreaming about you, and only you

Turning land into waste and barren into parking lots And I'm constantly turned off by the look of the clock And it's turning hours And I've got nothing to look forward to 'Cause I killed all the flowers

And the cold wind will blow, tear the skin off your nose And you've got nothing to be grateful for But your list of wishes Yes, and dirty dishes And you wanted more and you got less, and it hurt But it could be worse, yeah Things could be so much worse