Headspace

Headspace, I need a route of my headspace

Cause it's a war in here and I need you take

Take her out of my headspace

Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac

Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas

Cause I'm hurt

I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt

I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song

So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum

But it'll hurt

I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt

Headspace I need a route of my headspace

There's it's a war in here and I need you take

Take her out of my headspace

These 5.5 liters of blood

Have some sour taste

For your sweet taste buds

Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball

From the 1970's all dusty and worn

And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts

I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way

I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes

I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care

I didn't care

Headspace I need a route of my headspace

Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say

Take her out of my headspace

These 5.5 liters of blood

Have some sour taste

For your sweet taste buds

You put a war zone inside me

Above and below the neck

Above and below the neck

Someone flick a light on

The dark just makes it worse

I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words

Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?

Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?

I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast

If these streets are paved with gold

I want my money back

Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory

Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me

(Head space, my head space)

She wrapped her claws around me

(Head space, my head space)