"Dishes" lyrics

"Dishes"

I don't not want to kiss you
You can bet on it when I go I sure will miss you
I don't want to leave you
No, I'm not gonna leave you, well, anytime soon

The sun lay light on my shoulder
As I was lying there on your couch
Reading a book about California
How the sun's hotter there down south
You were stood in the kitchen doing the dishes
Yeah, you were there in the kitchen, doing my dishes

And I don't wanna ask myself
What it is that I think I'm doing here
I got so good at running far
From all the things that I set out to fear
Like what I could be losing, I'm always losing
And I don't wanna lose again
I don't wanna lose you again

What I found on that morning
In a quiet and loving bed
Another night spent on some sweet words
There was nothing left unsaid
For that wine got us talking
Quickly we took to walking
Yeah, that wine was really talking
Mmmm

And I don't wanna ask myself
What it is that I think I'm doing here
I got so good at running far
From all the things that I set out to fear
Like what I could be losing, I'm always losing
And I don't wanna lose again
I don't wanna lose you again


Writer(s): Isabel Farley White
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