Sick Head

These locks feel seized Keep grinding teeth and bending keys I'm not quite me At least not the me that I let you see I don't know what to think I thought the less you figured out The better off we all would be This empty room is killing me Poor choice of words I will concede I can't get used to having you take care of me You know those times we weren't talking They took the piss right out of me I'm so thankful now that you refused to leave And I think you said You felt it all made little sense Where did I cut my teeth? Why did my father leave? "What sort of man were you when mom gave birth to Me? You still think like a refugee Now can we slow down, please talk to me" You try and search for a way to be comforting You try and search for a way to be comforting We try and trace this line from you to me You try to ask all the things you've been wondering You try to ask all the things you've been wondering You always thought we'd have time to remedy