It snowed in Seattle; we fucked on the floor
Blue screen TV light behind us
Phone on the dresser
With a "miss you" message from home
Outside on the street, there was no one around
Felt like we were an island
But guilt has a way
Of showing up when you're alone
Oh, the mistakes I've made
Oh, in Washington state
I wish that I could be a sucker for love
The way I'm a sucker for lying
But I like getting lost
It's easier than finding my way
I want to start over, pack up, disappear
And come back treating you better
But there's a girl up in Spokane
And I'm like a moth to a flame
Oh, the mistakes I've made
Oh, in Washington state
Oh, the mistakes I've made
Oh, in Washington state
Oh, the mistakes I've made
Oh, in Washington state