What can I say, I love beating a dead horse
And watching it bleed in the sand
Repeating it to all the f*cks in the room
As I'm waiting for my point to land
I'm even keeled, and surely I healed by now
Because I am the man
I'll go find the torches, the lights on the porches
It's getting too dark to be sad
Too dark to be sad
Too bright to be sad
Too cool to be sad
Too cold to be sad
I lost my head
I lost my head
Communication, facing away in bed
Looking between your face in the mirror
And back to the back of your head
This time I can't fake it
Crying in your bed
You had to turn over and God bless your heart
You sung to me instead
So sleep, sleepyhead
Don't eat what you're fed
You look like death
That's when I love you best
So sleep, sleepyhead
Baby crying
Why do I see something in the back of my eye
All the time
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Counting sheep, and pictures that I keep
Ones I want to burn, and ones I wish I hadn't
The sheep are just there, I feel a tug on my hair
You're asleep and I'm awake
Wish I would have made the grade
Your body has a mind of its own
And my body feels cut and sewn
I'll try, and try again
Until I get to number ten
And when I get to number ten, that means I'm there
I'm right there
I'm right at home
Pop, ballad, electronic