Theres no good in your eyes anymore
And it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone
Curse the faces in the wheat
Drown yourself in the gold because you cant let it go
Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes
And it makes you want to wear the wool
Its that need like nothing else
You bullshit with the best and wait for whats perfect
You bitch and moan more than most about
Where you think your life will take you
But you know thats no sort of pretending
I guess its the things that I dont say,
Were just pretending
Theres no good in your eyes anymore
Nothing is worse than doing nothing,
And I know, well, whos hiding it?
Who the hell is hiding it?
But you cant stay angry forever,
And I know, but you cant stay angry forever, or so Im
Told.
But the house gets so quiet
Sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with
You
Well, its always too personal,
Always too close to comment
They all mention how tired you look
And you realize you havent said a word in hours
Well, whos hiding it?
Who the hell is hiding it?
I guess its the things that I dont say.