My sorrows never learned to swim So I'll drown them in coffee and watch 90's wrestling Till 5AM, when I'll know every crevice on my ceiling Like the back of my hand
You're in the back of my head again Along with the things I just can't mend
I know that I will need to be A much better person than what I've become On this sad strange year to deserve even simple conversation Conversation with you
You're in the back of my head again Along with the things I just can't forget You're in the back of my head again Maybe this is for the best
You're in the back of my head again (Do you remember?)