7 PM

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