It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love
why can you read me like no one else?
I hide behind these words
but I'm coming out
I wish I kept them behind my tongue
I hide behind these words
but I'm coming out.

Put your hand between
an aching head and an aching world
we'll make them so jealous
we'll make them hate us.
An aching head and an aching world
we'll make them so jealous
we'll make them so jealous.
all the ways you make my stomach turn
and all the long drives
with my friends blur
and I wish I kept them inside my mind
I hide behind these words.
and think of all the places
where you've been lost
and then found...out
in between my sheets
in between the rights and the wrongs.
Put your hand between
an aching head and an aching world
we'll make them so jealous
we'll make them hate us.
Aching head and an aching world
think of all the places
where you've been lost and found...out.