You could fix this growing head ache
This growing strain
Or make it worse...
Instead of leaving it the same
My will calls out to see
Your lips move, hear your sound
You could fix this growing head ache
Fix the way my heart frowns
You could make this so much worse
Move those lips, make me wrong
My heart calls out to see you smile
Then maybe my frown will be gone
You could fix this growing strain
A daily recurrence of tension
But like a drug, that could make it worse
Tomorrow's stress needs a bigger dose to lessen
This tension, you can't control
But your affect is undeniable
Make me sweet, make soar
Make me cry, make me venerable
I'm going into with-drawl
This tension growing strained
So close to overdose, I don't care
Just don't let it stay the same
