7 p.m., 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
And under covers, they're still perfect lovers
Under covers, they don't want a different life
And 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
And under covers, they're still perfect lovers
Under covers, they don't want a different life
And 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
And under covers, they're still perfect lovers
Under covers, they don't want a different life
And under covers, he's her husband, she's his wife, oh
(Under covers)
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