Warm Thoughts Dirty Dishes The Mold Lyrics

Studied for your driving test
With your father through the prison visit window
He'd show you the way of the open road
Signing signals through the glass
Good luck from your dear old dad

Like the dirty dishes in your sink
And the way they haunt you
Like the mold in your room
And the way it makes you too sick to move
Too sick to move
Too sick to move
Too sick to move

It's the puke on your shoes
Scar tissue reminder for you
It's the puke on your shoes
Scar tissue reminder for you