Fog on the Glass

Hold out your hand
It’s only some darkness
The way home’s the same
Even when you can’t see it
I didn’t mean it
When I said I felt alone in the room with you
I think I just needed to know that I could hurt you too
You check the mail
I push down the french press
We go to sleep and dream different things

The backseat, the night drive, the fog on the glass
Your thumb moves in circles on the back of my hand
By the seat belt buckles there is nothing wrong

I wake up ashamed
And though you’re still sleeping
I say I need you around like I did before

It was hard before
It was hard
Before it was hard before
It was hard before it was hard before
It was hard before it was hard
Before it was hard it was hard
Before
It was hard

How much can you lose and still be you?
When I think of you I just lose
And when I have nothing left to lose
Will I lose that to?