A Hundred People

There's something about my parents' house That makes me want to show you around I remember driving with you I remember arriving with you There's something about these coffee grounds There's something about these distant sounds I remember surviving with you I remember thriving with you I had hoped I'd be in a safer place I had hoped I'd be wearing only the prettiest lace I had hoped But now I know That I have touched a thousand people And left them with all my intent And I have crushed a hundred people And led them to tie up loose ends There's something about the passenger side There's something about these stretch mark lines That makes me want to hold you again Makes me want to forget what you said There's something about these lullabies There's something about my mother's eyes That makes me think of all I've left behind Makes me think of all the times I've tried I had hoped I'd be in a safer place I had hoped I'd be wearing only the prettiest lace I had hoped But now I know That I have touched a thousand people And left them with all my intent And I have crushed a hundred people And led them to tie up loose ends There's something about this piano bench There's something about those drawings I sketched That makes me miss my home, and all I know Is I have touched a thousand people And left them with all my intent And I have crushed a hundred people And led them to tie up loose ends That I have touched a thousand people And left them with all my intent And I have crushed a hundred people And led them to tie up loose ends That I have touched a thousand people And left them with all my intent And I have crushed a hundred people And led them to tie up loose ends