Lyrics
There's no love songs in my head,
There never have been.
Or have there been, somewhere?
Somewhere close to you
Is where such things can be found.
Ground down, I'm down on fours,
You've gone for yours,
And I'm dying slow, like hard rock radio.
Self loathing and harmonicas come to me at night,
When I'm sobering up and I rarely feel all right.
So tired I can't get myself back to bed
That's when you come you come creeping back into my head.
Self loathing and harmonicas come to me at night.
You know we talk too much when there is not much too say.
Why do we do what we do when we don't want to do much of anything.
I don't know what's in your head,
I don't know I don't want to see you again.
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