My head's not right
I never speak the truth anymore
And all melodies grow old
What I wish I was made of
Isn't what I am
But we, we can pretend
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
So dark that night
You sang into that telephone
That song is something I can't lose
So dark that night
You lost the handle while I wrote this
I can't disconnect the tune
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Can't hear a thing except the sound
I'm trying hard to settle down
But I can't calm down
I let you in but you got out
You got out
You got out
My head's not right
I never speak the truth anymore
And all melodies grow old

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