Clean My Car

Here we go again for the record I'm not sure where my head was at before Watching your eyes scanning the concrete Watching as your hands get sweaty and your palms crease You should tell the story, I will listen I won't look you in the face if it's easier You're poking one eye over the pillow The other ones buried deep, hiding from the window I clean my car, I make my bed I do the things I know to calm my head But it's hard now you are gone There's nothing I can do but write these songs It's been a few months, and I'm a shipwreck I'm still seeing your name in the sunset What do I do to shake the heartache I can't keep spelling out letters in the cloud shapes I clean my car, I make my bed I do the things I know to calm my head But it's hard now you are gone There's nothing I can do but write these songs Well, I've thought about it more and I know The pain of this will probably go And I don't know who I am anymore If losing love is like a window, and jumping out the 5th floor I clean my car, I make my bed I do the things I know to calm my head But it's hard now you are gone There's nothing I can do but write these songs So I cook, I mow the lawn Like I could ever fill this you shaped hole in my heart But I will try to plug it up, to leave it out to dry Oh, oh, oh, there's nothing I can do to right these wrongs