Stick - Snail Mail

Do you dream about the people that wrong you?

Do you see those faces again and again?

And what holy thing has come to possess you?

And does it all blend together in your head?

And did things work out for you?

Or are you still not sure what that means?

And it’s a hard trip to the kitchen sink

'Cause I can’t wash this one clean, clean

Did you tell all of your friends?

Did you tell all of your friends?

Maybe I could understand

What is it about them?

Would they stick around?

What is it with them?

And would they stick around?

Up late for six nights in a row

Figures in the dark, oh, they move so slow

Sleep with the lights on in the hall

And you’d leave the door open

It won’t mean a thing at all

And did things work out for you?

Or are you still not sure what that means?

And it’s a hard trip to the kitchen sink

'Cause I can’t wash this one clean

Did you tell all of your friends?

Did you tell all of your friends?

And baby, I could understand

What is it about them?

Would they stick around?

And what is it with them?

And would they stick around?

Would they stick around?

Would they stick around?

And it doesn’t matter

They’re up and they’re down

And I’ll bet

They’re at home

And I wouldn’t worry

Who’s happy alone

Even when it doesn’t make sense