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

(Hello, hello)
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
My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit

They said, "It's just his bad habits."

He's got inside my head

He's sleeping 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
(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 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

What's the use, I've caught the 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... Come on

He's got inside my bed

He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand


He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand


What's the use, I've caught the blindness