I Think You're Hiding Something - Jesse Harris

Well, you could tell me

But I don’t have to know

I watch you bend when

You try to keep it low

It isn’t even that it means anything

I think you’re hiding something

And in the evening

When you come back around

You have a drink and

Keep staring at the ground

You’re like a sick bird

That’s only dying to sing

I think you’re hiding something

I think you’re hiding something

You could keep hiding

Or you could talk instead

And quell the angry mob

That’s inside your head

And I’m the only one

Who’d be listening

I think you’re hiding something

I think you’re hiding something

I think you’re hiding something

I think you’re hiding something