Great Cynics In My Head
There's a guy on the corner and he's always there for me
He always wants to talk and ask me where I've been
But he doesn't care, he's just a middleman between this street and the suits of Whitechapel
It gets cut down along the line, sometimes I think they've got it good
But I don't want to be alone any more, you slit the throat of your confidence
But what we've got to save for today
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor just for someone to fall asleep to
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me
On the back seats we're feeling warm
I don't need a flag to make me feel like I belong
All the nights we don't talk about, all the hours we forget
But I'm making this week one I'll remember
Tonight I'm doing all the things my body told me not to do
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor
Just for someone to fall asleep to
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me
But until that day I'm free
It's in my head and it's under my feet
But who am I to blow against the wind and push it to pretend
It's in my head and it's under my feet
It's in my head
