In my head it's like hell
And I don't feel I've got the will
In my head it's all plain
God please wash me with your rain

In my head it's all strange
I can't remember any names
In my head it's like hell
And yet you want me still

I hate this what I am
'Cause what I am is wrong
I can never find it in myself to get a move on
I'm always leaving trails and my cover ups fail
I'm impulsive and repulsive
God damn I hate myself

But
You
You want me still
But
You
You want me still

In my head I play the sham
God relieve me of these dreams
I'm much less of a man
Than I make myself out to be
And it all come down
To how I wear this frown
I've painted myself like a clown
You know
Jack