Outta My Head

I was packin' to move to New York City

You were the last thing I thought I'd find

Miles and miles away, you should be gone now

But our years together play like movies in my mind

'Cause I found your letters and that Don Martin record

That we spun till it was dead

I found your mixtape for the road and two tickets to a show

And your sock from under my bed

And now I can't get you outta my head

Get outta my head

Memories of you start to reappear

And they're gettin' harder to ignore

I swear I heard you singin' in the kitchen

And your bare feet tappin' the rhythm on the floor

And I thought I saw you walkin' through that door

Oh, I wish you'd walk through that door

Why don't you come get your letters

And that Don Martin record that we spun till it was dead?

Come get your mixtape for the road and two tickets to a show

And your sock from under my bed

Come get yourself outta my head

Get outta my head, babe

Get outta my head

Get outta my head, babe

Oh, now that you're here

You're far more beautiful than I remember

Oh, remind me why we're not together

Shouldn't we be together?

Why don't you come get your letters

And we'll spin some records?

Then go out and paint the town red

I've got two tickets to a show and I think we should go

And if you want, you can crash on my bed

'Cause I'd rather you there than in my head

Get outta my head, babe

Get outta my head

Get outta my head, babe

Get outta my head

Get outta my head

Get outta my head