| Can’t get out of this bed | 
| And I hope you don’t hold that against me | 
| Haven’t been right in the head | 
| I know, you don’t need to convince me | 
| And I’ve been on the move | 
| I think we both know well what that means | 
| Waiting 'til you bend to find a friend | 
| You never warned me | 
| But please believe me when I say | 
| I’ve just got so goddamn much on my mind | 
| And I’m way too proud to say | 
| And I find myself worrying | 
| About my mom since my sister left | 
| And all this hell inside my head — | 
| This hell inside my head | 
| Can’t get out of this head | 
| I hope I don’t let it drown me | 
| I heard what you said, I know | 
| But we can’t seem to agree | 
| And like some kind of ghost | 
| This sickness, it tends to haunt me | 
| Oh oh ohh | 
| Strangling a part of me that once was happy | 
| But no one else said: | 
| «I've been lonely though and I’ve been thinking | 
| How I should go see my dad down in San Antonio.» | 
| And honestly, it’s such hard place for me to be — | 
| Between the ones I lost | 
| And I never see in this hell inside my head | 
| It’s got me down | 
| This waiting and this wondering, goddamn | 
| Is this all I’ll ever know? | 
| I’ll never know | 
| So for now I’ll just live inside this hell — | 
| Oh, this hell inside my head |