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 (or make sense)

There is nothing at all

There is nothing at all (nothing at all)

I prefer this weight on my chest

There is nothing at all

There is 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 is nothing at all

There is nothing at all (nothing at all)

There is nothing at all

There is nothing at all

I prefer this weight on my chest

There is nothing at all

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

I prefer this weight on my chest

There is nothing at all

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