Table For Glasses
by Jimmy Eat World

Sweep the dirty stairs,
the ones I waited on.
This is just for me,
I felt it watching her.

It happens too fast,
to make sense of it,
make it last.
It happens too fast,
to make sense of it,
make it last.

Where do you intend
to go with your dirty dress?
Lead my skeptic sight
to the table and the light.

It happened too fast,
to make sense of it,
make it last.
It happened too fast,
to make sense of it,
to make it last.

Not asking of me anything,
saying nothing about what it means,
without anybody telling me
what I should feel.

Lead my skeptic sight
to the table and the light.