He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      I am not anymore surprised at your   Phone calls at four in the morning, hello, hello   You try to write me letters like you've transformed   Into Charles Dickens overnight or something, oh I'm sorry      And I doubt that you've considered that maybe   Just maybe those genes that you were forced in   Although heavy are no excuse for   Your lack of trust in anyone, even you      My boyfriend used my palm as an ashtray   And that was on his good days, yeah   My scar looks like a bear or a rabbit   They said, it's just his bad habits, yeah      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      I'm not even scared to come cure your past   Or try to reinvent it, just leave it alone   I can be your lover and your mother   And your father who never really had   To take you fishing or teach compassion      You used my voice as your spokesman   You couldn't walk on your own feet   Ain't that horrid, yeah      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      What's the use   I've caught the blindness      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      Are you going to tell me that you   Can't bear this weight that was a present   Twelve years from this day      Well, this town's on the edge   Of the dry, dry ocean   And you're thinking you're immune   To getting torn or more, yeah      He's got inside my bed   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      What's the use   I've caught the blindness      He's got inside my bed   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      What's the use   I've caught the blindness