I'm still this drum and the same guitaristThoughts of you faded darkThis feeling is so bizarreI know you know thatIt's hard to picture your face againThat might be the VicodinOr maybe the time it's beenYou know there's only so many fishAnd so many seasAnd nobody knows that better than meThere's blood on my faceAnd I'm down on my kneesFighting myself for youIn my headI go backTo a time when I thought you were perfectIn my headI know thatI was wrong to believe that you were worth itAnd now it's all just a memoryBaby it's overAnd every time I see you nowI know that it's all in my headIn my headIn my headAnd nowThought I saw your face in a magazineBut every second it felt to meYou were there staring back at meBack from CaliforniaIt's hard to picture your face againThat might be the VicodinBut I still need my medicineYou know there's only so many fishAnd so many seasAnd nobody knows that better than meThere's blood on my faceAnd I'm down on my kneesFighting myselfup for you again. In my head, I go back to a time when I thought you were perfect. In my head,I know that I was wrong to believe that you were worth it. Now it's all just a memory. Baby,it's over. And every time I see you now, I know that it's all in my head, in my head.