Headache

You cry yourself to sleep at night

I know

I know that you are sad

I know you miss your dad

And you're disturbed by all the faces on the street

Whos smiles are fake

They give you the worst kind of headache

You run into your exes and they text you

They think you're down

Keen for another round

But if they only knew how little they know

Your smile was fake

They give you the worst kind of headache

You wish for tomorrow

To become something better than today

Then all of your sorrows

Will be silently washed away

You're walking through the laundry room with headphones minding your own,

but you're not alone

Out comes a neighbor and he'd love for you to talk

Your smile is fake

That gives you the worst kind of headache

You wish for tomorrow

To become something better than today

Then all of your sorrows

Will be silently washed away

You cry yourself to sleep at night

I know

I know that you are sad

I know you miss your dad

And you're disturbed by all the faces on the street

Their smiles are fake

They give you the worst kind of headache