In your head

I have a vision of a giant spoon scooping out your brain bit by bit as you speak. Cause I'd figure, only a hollow brain could justify the decisions u've made. Then there were the recurring dreams I had where I tear you out limb by limb and then frantically piece you back together again when i realized how much I missed you banging on my pride.

This has got to be much easier. There are harder things in life. Like creating another human being. One who would actually stay, for instance.

Dandy Warhols

I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more
Then I said when you were the last (high)

And I have known love
Like a whore
From at least ten thousand more
Then I swore when you were the last high

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad

Feet on the ground

To you Mr. Bitter Sweet, get out of my head.