I can dish it out but you know I can't take it,
when you told me everytime that you came, that you were faking.
So I guess I'll never know if I was mackin' yes or no.
Got a seven foot cut on a foot the day before,
when you pulled out my glass heart, and broke it on the floor.
I guess I'm gonna go, to the house of broken hearts and bloody toes.
It hurts to think about, I've got no doubt, I figured out.
My little head is so shot without you.
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
Just a little scratch but it feels like your dead,
when you're falling off the short bus and landing on your head.
Yeah I felt a little low, when you told where to go.
(right straight down to hell)
Crampin' up your style, but your style ain't crampin' me.
What ya gonna do when you're sleepin' with the enemy
I'm always at your show(I'm on the very back row)
It hurts to think about, I've got no doubt, I've figured out.
My little head is so shot without you, [Repeat]
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
On my mind, you're on my mind.
My little head is so shot without you [Repeat]
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
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