Run the water 'til it scalds, you know that I'm listening Pitter-patter runs the shower, hits the bare porcelain Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within They described you nude in detail, I knew everything An artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline And soon-to-be burn scar In the perfect shape of the Sooner State I fall to my knees, my piss-soaked jeans The first time, the last time, all the times in between The first time, the last time All the times I would've liked there to have been I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea I can't believe I chose the mountains every time you chose the sea