The dishes start to pile up in my sink
Since my roommates went home
I got nothing to eat but far too much to drink
That's the thing about being alone
So I'll just lay here and fester
Until I hear that you're coming around
There wasn't a day last semester
I didn't dream about you coming into town
You've got an open invitation
To the side of my bed you know is yours
Until you come to claim it
I'll spill my guts on the floor
Such a funny thing
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring
Ten days have passed with no warning
And I haven't moved an inch
I see no sunlight in the morning
I keep the curtains drawn ever since
Cause no amount of sunshine or moonlight
Can illuminate my circumstance
And any step that I take, it just might
Hurt so I won't give myself the chance
Still you've got an open invitation
To the side of my bed you know is yours
But until you come back to claim it
I'll spill my guts on the floor
But I'll mop them up when I hear your truck
Pulling up to my door
Such a funny thing
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring
You come here to kiss me
Then you wash your mouth out with soap
You tell me I'm lovely
With your hands around my throat
You've got an open invitation
To the side of my bed you know is yours
Until you come to claim it
I'll spill my guts on the floor
But I'll mop them up when I hear your truck
Pulling up to my door
Such a funny thing
Maybe I'll be clean by the spring