7 pm He’s late again In the kitchen mom’s just waiting there for him And I pretend I don’t know what is coming next I go to my room, shut the door, turn the lights out and lay down in bed
Oh, I pull the sheets over my head and think back to when it was different Oh, I pull the sheets over my head so that I can’t hear them
Under covers they don’t hate each other Under covers they’re still perfect lovers Under covers they don’t want a different life Under covers he’s her husband she’s his wife
Always a reason For yelling and screaming Made me wish that school would last straight through the weekend And I used to think that their love was the kind that would last But I learned when love gets so broken it’s hard to remember the past
Oh, I pull the sheets over my head and imagine them in love again Oh, I pull the sheets over my head so that I can’t hear them
Under covers they don’t hate each other Under covers they’re still perfect lovers Under covers they don’t want a different life Under covers he’s her husband she’s his wife
Oh, I pull the sheets over my head and imagine them in love again Oh, I pull the sheets over my head so that I can’t hear them
Under covers they don’t hate each other Under covers they’re still perfect lovers Under covers they don’t want a different life Under covers he’s her husband she’s his wife