There's something in the way You laugh when you're drunk That tells me all the things I'm glad you're not I need days to forget a line of your face And I need tedious weeks to stop thinking of your skin Just to realize: life's really a dope I keep dead leaves in my books For all the winters to come I keep the newspapers I read For all the awaiting days without memories And then it takes a glance And my heart beats faster and faster -------- So...do you really think that I can't hide the truth? When I feel lost no joy can help me to leave this town If I don't mend my ways, nothing could change And there'll be no hiding place