Caroline Smith & The Good Night Sleeps Tanktop Lyrics

The rain on the sill has started dripping again
And you are fast asleep by ten
And now I am alone in a world of disgrace
The rain on the sill has started dripping again
And you are fast asleep by ten
And now I am alone in a world of disgrace
To search for my poor mother's face in it all

And now I think:
Six months ago I'd have climbed down his stairs
To find him in his underwear
And I'd have climbed in his bed with blankets over our heads
To dream of making that honey bread that we'd make

Ain't that how it always seems to go? How it goes
How it goes

No Mr., Mrs., Ma'am or Sir
With us those words just never worked
And now we aren't on speaking terms
No favors slid beneath the table
Not even if we're counting able;
Just you and me in our short sleeves
But you cut yours off so I guess that makes it a tanktop
And side by side's where we decided that

Ain't that how it always seems to go?
When something good comes, it goes
Ain't that how it always seems to go?
How it goes
How it goes