Hiding

There’s 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 can’t let it go

Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes

And it makes you want to wear the wool

It’s that need like nothing else

You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect

You bitch and moan more than most about

Where you think your life will take you

But you know that’s no sort of pretending

I guess it’s the things that I don’t say,

We’re just pretending

There’s no good in your eyes anymore

Nothing is worse than doing nothing,

And I know, well, who’s hiding it?

Who the hell is hiding it?

But you can’t stay angry forever,

And I know, but you can’t stay angry forever, or so I’m told.

But the house gets so quiet

Sitting here wishing for just an hour or two, alone with you

Well, it’s always too personal,

Always too close to comment

They all mention how tired you look

And you realize you haven’t said a word in hours

Well, who’s hiding it?

Who the hell is hiding it?

I guess it’s the things that I don’t say.