I'm still this drum and the same guitarist
Thoughts of you faded dark
This feeling is so bizarre
I know you know that
It's hard to picture your face again
That might be the Vicodin
Or maybe the time it's been
You know there's only so many fish
And so many seas
And nobody knows that better than me
There's blood on my face
And I'm down on my knees
Fighting myself for you
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
And 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
In my head

And now
Thought I saw your face in a magazine
But every second it felt to me
You were there staring back at me
Back from California
It's hard to picture your face again
That might be the Vicodin
But I still need my medicine
You know there's only so many fish
And so many seas
And nobody knows that better than me
There's blood on my face
And I'm down on my knees
Fighting myself
up 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.