Inside My Head

He's got inside my head

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handI am not anymore surprised at your

Phone calls at four in the morning, hello, hello

You try to write me letters like you've transformed

Into Charles Dickens overnight or something, oh I'm sorryAnd I doubt that you've considered that maybe

Just maybe those genes that you were forced in

Although heavy are no excuse for

Your lack of trust in anyone, even youMy boyfriend used my palm as an ashtray

And that was on his good days, yeah

My scar looks like a bear or a rabbit

They said, it's just his bad habits, yeahHe's got inside my head

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handI'm not even scared to come cure your past

Or try to reinvent it, just leave it alone

I can be your lover and your mother

And your father who never really had

To take you fishing or teach compassionYou used my voice as your spokesman

You couldn't walk on your own feet

Ain't that horrid, yeahHe's got inside my head

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handWhat's the use

I've caught the blindnessHe's got inside my head

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handAre you going to tell me that you

Can't bear this weight that was a present

Twelve years from this dayWell, this town's on the edge

Of the dry, dry ocean

And you're thinking you're immune

To getting torn or more, yeahHe's got inside my bed

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handWhat's the use

I've caught the blindnessHe's got inside my bed

He's sleeping in my head

He's got hold of my handWhat's the use

I've caught the blindness