Why can you read me like no one else?
I hide behind these words,
But I'm coming out.
I wish I kept them behind my tongue.
I hide behind these words,
But I'm coming out.
Put your hand between an aching head
And an aching wound.
We'll make them so jealous,
We'll make them hate us.
An aching head
And an aching wound.
We'll make them so jealous.
We'll make them so jealous.
Always you made my stomach turn,
And all the long drives
With my friends blur.
And I wish I kept them inside my mind.
I hide behind these words,
And think of all the places
Where you've been lost,
And found out.
In between my sheets,
In between the rights and the wrongs.
Put your hand between an aching head
And an aching wound.
We'll make them so jealous,
We'll make them hate us.
An aching head
And an aching wound.
Think of all the places
Where you've been lost,
And found out.
