This is bad, but whatever...it's late, and I am not at all tired

[thedarksiren2]

In My Head

In my head
I found you there
and running around
and following me
But you don't dare there
But I find that I have now
More than I ever wanted to

So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard
Like you have said
And maybe I'm just a horizon you run to
When she has left you there
You, here in my head
And running around and calling me

Come back I'll show you the roses
And brush off the snow
And open their petals again and again
You know that apple-green ice cream can melt in your hand
I can't,
So I held your hand at the fair
And even forgot what time it was

And even Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard
Like you have said
And maybe I'm just a horizon you run to
When she has left you and me here
Alone on the floor
You're counting my feathers as the bells toll

You see, the bow and the belt
And the girl from the south
Are favorites of mine
You know them all well
And spring brings fresh little puddles
It makes it all clear
Makes it all...

Hey, do you know?
Do you know what this is doing to me?
Here...
Here...
Here...
Here in my head?