Outta My Head

It’s two in the morning,

As I lay awake in bed,

The wind blows cold outside,

Scattered thoughts inside my head.

I thought by now you’d be a distant memory,

An out of focus film,

On the old silver screen.

Chorus:

So get out of my head,

I can’t forget what you did,

Now I’m lost, forgotten,

So broken.

Get out of my head,

You’re gone so why can’t I let you go?

And I can’t let you go.

As you left me,

With the bags I carry now,

I should have known that,

You’d let me down.

I burned the pictures we painted yesterday,

And now that life is a distant memory.

Chorus (x2)

Why can’t I let you go? (x5)