Stick

Stick - Snail Mail

Composed by：Lindsey Jordan

Do you dream about the people that wrong you

Do you see those faces again and again

And what holy thing has come to possess you

Or does it all just blend together in your head

And did things work out for you

Or are you still not sure what that means

And it's a hard trip to the kitchen sink

'Cause I can't wash this one clean clean

Did you tell all of your friends

Did you tell all of your friends

And maybe I could understand

What is it about them

Would they stick around

And what is it with them

Oh and would they stick around

Up late for six nights in a row

Figures in the dark oh they move so slow

Sleep with the lights on in the hall

And you'd leave the door open

It won't mean a thing at all

And did things work out for you

Or are you still not sure what that means

And it's a hard trip to the kitchen sink

'Cause I can't wash this one clean

Did you tell all of your friends

Did you tell all of your friends

Maybe I could understand

What is it about them

Would they stick around

And what is it with them

Oh and would they stick around

Would they stick around

Would they stick around

And it doesn't matter

They're up and they're down

And I'll bet

That they're at home

And I wouldn't worry

Who's happy alone

Even when it doesn't make sense