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 four 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, 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'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, yeah 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 Twelve 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 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 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