Hiding - Pianos Become The Teeth

There’s no good in your eyes anymore

And it makes you want to drive home

Drunk and alone

Curse the faces in the wheat

Drown yourself in the gold

Because you can’t let it go

Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes

And it makes you want to wear the wool

It’s that need like nothing else

You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect

You bitch and moan more than most about

Where you think your life will take you

But you know that’s no sort of pretending

And I guess it’s the things that I don’t say

And we’re just pretending

And I guess it’s the things that I don’t say

There’s no good in your eyes anymore

There’s no good in your eyes anymore

Anymore

Nothing is worse than doing nothing

Is worse than doing nothing

And I know, well, who’s hiding it?

Who the hell is hiding it?

Who’s hiding it?

Who the hell is hiding it?

But you can’t stay angry forever

And I know, but you can’t stay angry forever;

or so I’m told

Or so I’m told

But you can’t stay angry forever;

or so I’m told

But the house gets so quiet

Sitting here wishing for just an hour or two

Alone with you

Well, it’s always too personal

Always too close to comment

They all mention how tired you look

And you realize you haven’t said a word in hours

Well, who’s hiding it?

Who the hell is hiding it?

I guess it’s the things that I don’t say

I guess it’s the things that I don’t say