Sitting in my head at night While I'm laying in my bed With a broken mirror and a reading light But I don't know what to do Because I'll never quite be the man for you You talk so fast I can't keep up And I tell you that you think too much It came on quick and it came on strong Give me all of the reasons why it feels so wrong There's nothing that I can do Because I'll never quite be the man for you I'm just something that's warm to hold on to A body with arms in an empty room Am I sitting in your head While you're laying in his bed? Am I sitting in your head? And still there's nothing that I can do Because I'll never quite be the man for you I'm just something that’s warm to hold on to A body with arms in an empty room A body with arms in an empty room