Artist: meg & dia
Song: inside my head
He’s got inside my head.
He’s sleeping in my head.
He’s got hold of my hand.
I am not anymore surprised at your phone
calls at 4 in the morning.
You try to write me letters like you’ve
transformed into Charles Dickens overnight or something.
(Oh, I’m sorry). And 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 you.
My 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.” yeah
He's got inside my head, he's sleeping in my head,
He's got hold of my hand
I am 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 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 horrid.
He’s got inside my
head. He’s sleeping in my head. He’s got hold of my hand.
He's got inside my
head, He's sleeping in my head, He's got hold of my hand
Are you going to tell me that you can’t bear this weight that
was a present 12 years from this day?
Well this town’s on the
edge of the dry, dry ocean, and you’re thinking you’re immune to getting torn or more. Yeah... Yeah...Come on.
He’s got inside my bed. He’s sleeping in my head. He’s got hold of
my hand.
(repeat)
