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