Meg & Dia - 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.
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. yeah

He's got inside my head.
He's sleeping 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 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...yeah ... hey oh yeah
Oh yeah ..oh yeah.. oh yeah.. oh
Come on. yeah.. yeah...

He's got inside my head.
He's sleeping 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 sleeping in my head,
He's got hold of my hand
What's the use of common blindness?