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Texty: Spill Canvas (The). Other. Hush Hush.


I've been watching while you sleep, baby.
Hoping I'm the only to frequent your dreams.

I can't another breath without feeling the regret of my jealously.
Horrified that you might have really lied
Tell me, is it a possibility?
Overwhelming proof. That you're nothing but a fake.

I've seen those hush hush looks you give when you're talking to him.
I've heard your undercover tone of voice.
That you use with all the boys.

I've been nonchalant about the calls at 2 AM.
But do you really think that I would believe it was just your mother again?

I can't take another breath without feeling the regret of my jealousy.
Horrified that you might have really lied
Tell me, is it a possibility?
Overwhelming proof. That you're nothing but a fake.

I've seen those hush hush looks you give when you're talking to him.
I've heard your undercover tone of voice.
That you use with all the boys.
I've witnessed all your sneaking around.
In every corner of town.
I've listened while you pretended to cry.
Defending your hush hush alibi.

Your heart is charcoal.
Smoking black.
Why don't you just tie the mattress to your back?

I've seen those hush hush looks you give.
Hush hush. Yeah.

I've seen those hush hush looks you give when you're talking to him.
I've heard your undercover tone of voice.
That you use with all the boys.
(I've seen those hush hush looks you give. Hush hush looks you give.)

With all the boys.
(I've seen those hush hush looks you give. Hush hush looks you give.)