it's not a side effect of cocaine, i'm 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... put your hand between an aching head and an aching world, we'll make them so jealous, we'll make them hate us. 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'.