Headache

Let's turn back the clock

And do this one more time

It's so hard finding a purpose in my emptiness

'Cause I am an icicle

You are the summer heat

A language that I can barely speak

There is a headache in my head

A pulse in my brain

Nothing will ever change (are you listening?)

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all (nothing at all)

I prefer this laying on my chest

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

Such slim comfort buried in old pictures

This couch is not as long as I remember

A different shape, out of place, a different pace

Such sudden news that my body can't shake

'Cause my stomach won't stomach the taste

Will you hold me like a baby

And tell me the things I need to know?

I never want to be alone

There is a headache in my head

A pulse in my brain

Nothing will ever change (are you listening?)

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all (nothing at all)

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

I prefer this laying on my chest

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all (there's nothing at all)

I prefer this laying on my chest

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all