Little Head - Sinner

I can dish it out but you know I can’t take it

When you told me every time

That you came that you were faking

So I guess I’ll never know

If I was mackin, yes or no

Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before

When you pulled out my glass heart

And broke it on the floor

I guess I’m gonna go

To the house of broken hearts and bloody toes

It hurts to think about

I got no doubt — I figured out

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can’t hold the thoughts

You put inside my mind when you walked out

Just a little scratch but it feels like it did

When you’ve fallen off the short bus

And landed on your head

I felt a little low

When you told me where to go

Right straight down to hell

Cramping up your style

But your style ain’t cramping me

But what you gonna do

When you’re sleeping with the enemy?

I’m always at your show, in the very back row

It hurts to think about

I got no doubt — I figured out

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can’t hold the thoughts

You put inside my mind when you walked out

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can’t hold the thoughts

You put inside my mind when you walked out

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can’t hold the thoughts

You put inside my mind when you walked out

My little head is so shot without you

My little head can’t hold the thoughts

You put inside my mind when you walked out