Sweaty T-Shirts

I know that it's getting late But for the moment let us slip away from The crowded room where we first locked eyes Your friend's ironic when she speaks and lies And I know I'm not your only love But neither you, still we speak in tongues So softly, as the words trickle out And though the doors shut, I still hear them shout Sweaty t-shirts on the bedroom floor Lipsticked mirrors from the night before And this new girl sounds a lot like you Sounds a lot like you While you lay pressed to me You cure the dependency And if we're broken, or so she says to me Fill the frame and remind me Sweaty t-shirts on the bedroom floor Lipsticked mirrors from the night before And this new girl sounds a lot like you Sounds a lot like you