It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

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 world
we’ll make them so jealous
we’ll make them hate us an aching head and an aching world
we’ll make them so jealous
we’ll make them so jealous
always you make 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 then found… out
in between my sheets
in between the rights and the wrongs
put your hand between
an aching head and an aching world
we’ll make them so jealous
we’ll make them hate us aching head and an aching world
think of all the places
where you’ve been lost and found… out