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