Hiding

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