I can dish it out

But you know I can't take it

When you told me everytime

That you came that you were faking it

So I guess I'll never know

If I was mackin', yes or no

Got a seven foot cut

On a foot the day before

When you pulled out my glass heart

And broke it on the floor

So I guess I'm gonna go

To the house of broken hearts & bloody toes

It hurts to think about

I've got no doubt

I've figured out

CHORUS:

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can't hold the thoughts you

Put inside my mind when you walked out

Just a little scratch

But it feels like you're dead

When you're falling off the short bus

And landing on your head

Yeah I felt a little low

When you told me where to go

(Right straight down to Hell)

Crampin' up your style

But your style ain't crampin' me

What'cha gonna do

When you're sleepin' with the enemy?

I'm always at your show

I'm in the very back row

It hurts to think about

I've got no doubt

I've figured out

CHORUS

On my mind

You're on my mind

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