"Inside My Head" as written by and Meg/frampton Frampton....
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

I am not anymore surprised at your phone calls
At four in the morning
(Hello, hello)
You try to write me letters like you've transformed
Into Charles Dickens overnight or something
(Oh, I'm sorry)
And I doubt that you've considered that maybe,
Just maybe those genes that you were forced in,
Although heavy, are no excuse
For your lack of trust in anyone, even you.
My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
And that was on his good days
My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit
They said, "It's just his bad habits."

He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

I'm not even scared to come cure your past,
Or try to reinvent it
(Just leave it alone)
I can be your lover, and your mother,
And your father who never really
Had to take you fishing or teach compassion
You used my voice as your spokesman
You couldn't walk on your own feet
Ain't that horrid

He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

What's the use, I've caught the blindness

He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

Are you going to tell me
That you can't bear this weight
That was a present twelve years from this day?
Well this town's on the edge of the dry, dry ocean,
And you're thinking you're immune to getting torn or more

Yeah, yeah
Come on

He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand

What's the use, I've caught the blindness


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"Inside My Head" as written by Meg Frampton Dia Frampton

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    General Comment"I had fallen, despite all of the things that I had told myself otherwise. I thought that he was going to save me, thought he was going to end my suffering. I held out my hand wanting desperately for it to end, knowing that he could stop it all with just three words. His eyes looked through me, he made me feel like I didn’t exist, like a rich man to a beggar on the street. Then his eyes fixed, looking down at me looking back up at him, he took a long drag from his Marlboro Mild and flicked the ashes into the palm of my open outstretched hand. A sigh of smoke crept out of the corner of his mouth, the soul escaping the body, and in me the same thing. That was the day the part of me that fell silent started screaming, the day something clicked in my brain to fight against the injustices of love, and to never fall again…"
    cruel_dayzon April 27, 2009   Link

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