you spill all the wine on my bed but you won't remember that you say you'll love me when you are dead but you don't remember that i wish you gave me some sort of clue before you drove into the sun you stand alone in your old room you think about the things that you've done you wash your hands in my sink you clean your skin of what is me you say you don't know what to think but i know you curse me til you leave i make a joke i hope that it sticks when you are in a whole 'nother state i want you to remember it i want it to show on your face