The Horns Are Fake

The fog in my head it thickens Nothing is clear anymore But the small girl inside me still searches For the man who slipped off his horns Said not all of us are so scary No need to hide under your sheets So she invited him into the bed and felt him rock her to sleep You loved my face to my feet But you keep it under lock and key Will you tell your friends the Horns are Fake You stitch them to your head You can't grow your own cause you're the boy Who feels too much in bed The pain in my head it kills me as I stumble through everyday task And the small girl inside me just keeps holding on but you're gone You're already back To the place where you paint on a permanent scowl Where you spit in the eye of pain And when they start asking you just how good I was I wonder what you will say Will you tell them that I sunk you deep Or pretend you don't feel you don't break Will you tell your friends the Horns are Fake You stitch them to your head You can't grow your own cause you're the boy Who feels too much in bed Will you tell them how you cradled me and gently laid me down How I was you and you were me just on being crying out And I know that you'll keep crawling back to your needle and thread Cause no one wants to be the boy who feels too much in bed The fog in my head it thickens Nothing is clear anymore But the small girl inside me still searches For the man who slipped off his horns For the man who slipped of his horns For the man who slipped off his horns