Headache

Lets 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 could barely speak

There is a headache in my head

A pulse in my brain

Nothing will ever change (or make sense)

There’s nothing at all

There’s nothing at all (nothing at all)

I prefer this

Weight 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)

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 (or make sense)

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 weight 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