Songtext
The back of my head
The back of my hands
I threw it away before it went bad
As good as it looks
Worse than it seems
Drove home in a daze
You're all that I need
The top of my lungs
The top of my voice
You're all that I want
You're all that I want
I pulled it apart
Sick at the seams
Hot day in August
You're all that I need
The back of my head
The back of my hands
I threw it away before it went bad
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
And now my heart aches
The top of my voice
The top of my lungs
It's all that I want
It's all that I want
I pulled it apart
Got sick of the whole thing
I know what I want
I know how that seems
The back of my head
The back of my hands
I threw it away
I threw it away
