In My Hair

Sweating in a psychic's chair, are you having fun?

Counting seventy stairs, walking where you run

Calculating the odds

Weighing pros and cons

You're in my head, you're in my hair

Well, I'm not fair

I think of you at my door

Well, I'm being ignored

How did we end up here?

I know I like to hang out in my fear

How bad I want to know in the pink and yellow glow

You're in my head, you're in my hair

Well, I'm not fair

I think of you at my front door

Well, I'm being ignored

Yeah, I'm being ignored

Imaginary torn