Sitting in my head at night
While I'm laying in my bed
With a broken mirror and a reading light
But I don't know what to do
Because I'll never quite be the man for you
You talk so fast I can't keep up
And I tell you that you think too much
It came on quick and it came on strong
Give me all of the reasons why it feels so wrong
There's nothing that I can do
Because I'll never quite be the man for you
I'm just something that's warm to hold on to
A body with arms in an empty room
Am I sitting in your head
While you're laying in his bed?
Am I sitting in your head?
And still there's nothing that I can do
Because I'll never quite be the man for you
I'm just something that's warm to hold on to
A body with arms in an empty room
A body with arms in an empty room