I wear a hoodie under covers in my bed
Because the words that you said
Are like ice
When they play inside my head at night
But I want them out
I shout
I scream to the heavens about
You
I scrawl lines but I don't think that they're true
It's what I do
So get out of my head
My brain is tired and tire tread
I want to sleep in my bed
Without a hoodie
Alone is my freedom not moody
Though I don't wish you ill
Don't wish you gone or dead
I just want this broken record to get out of my head