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Your words to me just a whisper |
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Your face is so unclear |
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I try to pay attention |
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Your words just disappear |
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'Cause it's always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
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So I speak to you in riddles |
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'Cause my words get in my way |
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I smoke the whole thing to my head |
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And feel it wash away |
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'Cause I can't take anymore of this |
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I want to come apart |
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Or dig myself a little hole |
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Inside your precious heart |
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'Cause it's always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
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I am nothing more than |
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A little boy inside |
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That cries out for attention |
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Yet I always try to hide |
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'Cause I talk to you like children |
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Though I don't know how I feel |
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But I know I'll do the right thing |
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If the right thing is revealed |
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'Cause it's always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
