Fill My Head

Footprint on the table what are we doing? I don't even have the time to ask Look from the corner is so disapproving From someone stuck living in the past I don't know a single soul Who holds their head up as high as they want Or talks how they're supposed to Or knows for how long Fall comes it's time for registration Another document in disguise Doesn't matter how much money you're wasting Because at least it takes up Some of your time I don't know a single soul Who holds their head up as high as they want Doesn't sort of live for their parents Or their job So fill my head Fill my head And I'll fill your cup Fill my head Yes, I'm listening Don't call me dumb You get talking to another one still As your girlfriend sits and stares from across the room I don't know the most gentle way to say this Not everyone here is in love with you I don't know a single soul Who holds their head up as high as they want They say to fake it til you make it But for how long? Footprint on the table, what were we thinking? I didn't even consider it theft The smell of the carpet, the feeling of losing Any of the respect I had left I don't know a single soul Who holds their head up as high as they want Or talks how they're supposed to I mean come on I don't know a single soul who doesn't regret anything Well more than half of the advice given Won't take any of your own madness away