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