Lyrics Haywire - Bedhead

Haywire

You want to talk about things you won’t understand?
Then give me your ears
Put them in my hands
Give me your hands, put them over my ears
So I don’t have to hear a thing I say
If it makes me think
I can’t talk about things I don’t understand
So I leave it here
In empty hands
And I leave off the ink so I don’t have to think
Or sink that low ever again
Because my memory of what’s good
Is leaving me, I knew it would
That part of me makes no sense
'Cause that part of me is my conscience