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