Outta My Head

It's two in the morning as I lie awake in bed The wind blows cold outside, scatters thoughts in my head I thought by now you'd be a distant memory An out of focus film on the old silver screen. So, get out of my head, I know what you did, Now I'm lost, And broken. So, get out of my head, why can't I let you go? I can't let you go Go x 8) As you left me with the bags I carry now I should have known that you'd let me down I burned the pictures that we painted yesterday Now that life is a distant memory.