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 it echo within They described you nude in detail I knew everything An artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline And a soon-to-be burned 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