I have to ask what it’s like to be at the top of your head
Someone whose thoughts consistently revolve around
What it must be like to be your friend
Someone to walk around with around the peckerwood towns

The rest of the world may have forgotten about you
Being held in low esteem means you have nothing to prove
I’m in the same situation too
That’s why I thought that you might understand

Waking up and the pillowcase is all wet
Binging on stale popcorn alone in the theater complex
Puking it all out and weeping to The Birthday Party
Walk home in the rain, blue drenched in green, mixed like envy and shame

But you’ve learned to find comfort in your loneliness
I was like you in that ancient ephemeral summer
But once you’ve lost your only friend
A part of you desperately searches for another

See, I haven’t left the house since the beginning of the year
You got a heart to mend and an ego to feed
You read books and watch dumb movies
And above all, cultivate a life that you can be proud of

Oh, but I never had these feelings until I wrote about them
I never had these feelings until I wrote about them
I never had these feelings until I wrote about them

Perhaps I shouldn’t have shared my history
Maybe you’re only drawn to the despair if it’s tinged with glory
I apologize, I’m being far too unkind
There are no faces you can recognize in the looking glass

See, I haven’t talked to my dad since you last reached out
He’s almost out at the bar or at one of his jobs
And I’ve been less than a mediocre son
I don’t think I even deserve to be a hired gun

Oh, but I never had these feelings until I wrote about them
I never had these feelings until I wrote about them
I never had these feelings until I wrote about them

So I have to ask what it’s like to be at the top of your head