Under the Dishwasher

You asked me how my week was
As the rinse cycle began
I said something almost honest
You said sorry, say again
So I changed it into nothing
And I took another plate

Under the dishwasher
I could almost tell the truth
When the room went quiet again
I said nothing much to you

Now the glasses are all drying
And you're waiting by the sink
You put down the little towel
Like you know I need a minute
I can hear my own breath shaking
And you haven't turned away

Under the dishwasher
I could almost tell the truth
When the room went quiet again
I said nothing much to you

I don't need the house to thunder
I don't need a better line
You said tell me how your week was
And you stayed there for the time

Under the dishwasher
I could almost tell the truth

Under the dishwasher
Not hiding there tonight