Fog on the Glass

Hold out your hands It's only some darkness The way home's the same even when you can't see it I didn't mean it When I said I felt alone in the room with you I think I just needed to know that I could hurt you too You check the mail I push down the french press We go to sleep and dream different things The backseat, the night drive, the fog on the glass Your thumb moves in circles on the back of my hand By the seat belt buckles there is nothing wrong I wake up ashamed And though you're still sleeping I say I need you around like I did before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before It was hard before How much can you lose and still be you? When I think of you I just lose And when I have nothing left to lose Will I lose that too?