Sick Head Lyrics

These locks feel seized

Keep grinding teeth and bending keys

I’m not quite me

At least not the me that I let you see

I don’t know what to think

I thought the less you figured out

The better off we all would be

This empty room is killing me

Poor choice of words I will concede

I can’t get used to having you take care of me

You know those times we weren’t talking

They took the piss right out of me

I’m so thankful now that you refused to leave

And I think you said

You felt it all made little sense

Where did I cut my teeth? Why did my father leave?

“What sort of man were you when mom gave birth to

Me?

You still think like a refugee

Now can we slow down, please talk to me”

You try and search for a way to be comforting

You try and search for a way to be comforting

We try and trace this line from you to me

You try to ask all the things you’ve been wondering

You try to ask all the things you’ve been wondering

You always thought we’d have time to remedy