The story behind this song
Three days of being polite to each other — the loneliest a house gets. Two dinners eaten at the far ends of the table, the salt passed like strangers. He had the apology word for word in the shower and the driveway, and pride kept letting it die in his throat. She left the hallway light on anyway; even angry, she wouldn't let him find the dark.
This is it said out loud and all the way — no excuses in his pockets, naming the wrong instead of rushing past it. For the one who was loud where he should have listened, and quiet far too long, asking for the door back open.
Lyrics
Is the loneliest I've ever been
Had it word for word, then let it die
We ate dinner at the far ends of the table
Passed the salt like strangers — that was I
And I let us both get soaked
Said it plain, the night I got it wrong
I was loud where I should've listened
And quiet way too long
No excuses in my pockets —
Just sorry, sooner than this song
Even mad, you didn't let me find the dark
That's the kind of love I went and bruised here
And the kind I'm asking to restart
And I let us both get soaked
Said it plain, the night I got it wrong
I was loud where I should've listened
And quiet way too long
No excuses in my pockets —
Just sorry, sooner than this song
Next month, next year, I'll mean it then
You can hold it up the next time I get stubborn —
Play this back and watch me fold again
Said it plain, the night I got it wrong
I was loud where I should've listened
And quiet way too long
No excuses in my pockets —
Just sorry, sooner than this song
I'm here — the table's set for two
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