In My Head

Sat by the wood stove in the fall

Eyes on her phone, kept my hands off

Six, seven hours later

I know we're done

Asked how we got so apart

She said it's all

In my head

In my head

Pulled all my pictures off the wall

So sick of the smell of cardboard box

Six, seven hours later

I'm back at home

Watching my life on rewind

Oh God I'm so

In my head

In my head

Now I'm always missing calls

And always taking off

I know I miss it all

But something's

Stuck inside my head

In my head

In my

In my head

In my head

In my head