And your hair's a mess, smashed onto one side of your head.
Weary as your eyes that say you're late today.
Yes, the clothes you threw on your way on through the door,
The keys you find are not the ones that you've been
lookin' for
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling,
yeah.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling,
yeah.
It's the way she wears a dress and bats her eyes,
That makes you fight the truth in lines of cheesy love
songs, all your favorite ones.
The way she's not who you thought she would be,
But she remains a mystery that you have to figure out,
But you wouldn't want to now.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling,
yeah.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling,
yeah.
Every garbage worker, waitress and the man who stands the
corner,
Are just the same as you and I,
And every CEO in suit and tie.
Different face, a different name,
But all your feelings are the same, oh, your feelings are
the same.
It's the heat you feel when someone brings it up,
Someone who doesn't know enough to know it's deep inside,
Or just how hard you try
To cover up exactly what you feel is unattractive,
Oh, and all the lonely nights you've spent carrying this along.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling,
yeah.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, believe me,
yeah.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling,
yeah.
Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling,
yeah.