Headspace

Headspace, I need a route of my headspace 'Cause it's a war in here and I need you take Take her out of my headspace Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas 'Cause I'm hurt I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum But it'll hurt I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt Headspace I need a route of my headspace There's it's a war in here and I need you take Take her out of my headspace These 5.5 liters of blood Have some sour taste For your sweet taste buds 'Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball From the 1970's all dusty and worn And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care I didn't care Headspace I need a route of my headspace 'Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say Take her out of my headspace These 5.5 liters of blood Have some sour taste For your sweet taste buds You put a war zone inside me Above and below the neck Above and below the neck Someone flick a light on The dark just makes it worse I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know? Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host? I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast If these streets are paved with gold I want my money back 'Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me (Head space, my head space) She wrapped her claws around me (Head space, my head space) --- Headspace - The Wombats