Inside My Head

He’s got inside my head
He’s sleeping in my head
He’s got hold of my hand
I’m not anymore surprised at your phone calls at four in the morning,
You try to write me letters like you transformed
Into Charles Dickens overnight or something
And I doubt that you’ll consider, that maybe just maybe,
Those games that you were forced in, although heavy,
Are no excuse for your lack of trust in anyone, even you.
That boy would use my palm as an ashtray
That was on his good days, yeah.
The scar looks like a bear or a rabbit
They said it’s just his bad habit, yeah.
He’s got inside my head, he’s sleepin in my head, he’s got hold of my hand.
I’m not even scared to come cure your past or try to reinvent it,
I can be your lover and your mother and your father you never
Really had to take you fishing or teach compassion
You used my voice as your spokesman,
You couldn’t walk on your own feet,
Ain’t that hard, yeah? oh.
He’s got inside my head, he’s sleepin in my head, he’s got hold of my hand.
What’s the use of common blindness?
He’s got inside my head, he’s sleepin in my head, he’s got hold of my hand.
Are you gonna tell me that you can’t bury this?
We know that the present road is from this day,
Well this time you’re at the edge of tri- tri-ocean,
Anything that you can __ __ __
He’s got inside my bed, he’s sleepin in my head, he’s got hold of my hand.
What’s the use of common blindness?
He’s got inside my bed, he’s sleepin in my head, he’s got hold of my hand.
What’s the use of common blindness?