Tiny Moving Parts
Headache
[Verse 1]
Let's turn back the clock
And do this one more time
It’s so hard
Finding a purpose in my emptiness
'Cause I am an icicle
You are the summer heat
A language
That I could barely speak

[Chorus]
There is a headache in my head
A pulse in my brain
Nothing will ever change (or erase this)
There’s nothing at all
There’s nothing at all
(Nothing at all)
I prefer this
Weight on my chest
There’s nothing at all
There’s nothing at all

[Verse 2]
Such slim comfort buried in old pictures
(This couch is not as long as I remember)
This couch is not as long as I remember
A different shape out of place
A different pace
Such sudden news
That my body can’t shake
‘Cause my stomach won’t stomach the taste
Will you hold me like a baby
And tell me the things I need to know?
I never want to be alone
[Chorus]
There is a headache in my head
A pulse in my brain
Nothing will ever change (or erase this)
There’s nothing at all
There’s nothing at all
(Nothing at all)

[Outro]
There’s nothing at all
There’s nothing at all
I prefer this weight on my chest
There’s nothing at all
There’s nothing at all
(There’s nothing at all)
I prefer this weight on my chest
There’s nothing at all
There's nothing at all