Sick Head Video (MV)

These locks feel seized
Keep grinding teeth and bending keys
I'm not quite me
At least not the me that I let you see

I don't know what to think
I thought the less you figured out
The better off we all would be

This empty room is killing me
Poor choice of words I will concede
I can't get used to having you take care of me

You know those times we weren't talking
They took the piss right out of me
I'm so thankful now that you refused to leave

And I think you said
You felt it all made little sense
Where did I cut my teeth? Why did my father leave?
"What sort of man were you when mom gave birth to
Me?
You still think like a refugee
Now can we slow down, please talk to me"

You try and search for a way to be comforting
You try and search for a way to be comforting
We try and trace this line from you to me

You try to ask all the things you've been wondering
You try to ask all the things you've been wondering
You always thought we'd have time to remedy