Letras
The fog in my head it thickens
nothing is clear anymore
but the small girl inside me still searches
for the man who slipped off his horns
said not all of us are so scary
no need to hide under your sheets
so she invited him into the bed and felt him rock her to sleep
you loved my face to my feet
but you keep it under lock and key
Will you tell your friends the Horns are Fake
you stitch them to your head
you can't grow your own cause you're the boy
who feels too much in bed
The pain in my head it kills me as I stumble through everyday task
and the small girl inside me just keeps holding on but you're gone
you're already back
to the place where you paint on a permanent scowl
where you spit in the eye of pain
and when they start asking you just how good I was
I wonder what you will say
will you tell them that I sunk you deep
or pretend you don't feel you don't break
Will you tell your friends the Horns are Fake
you stitch them to your head
you can't grow your own cause you're the boy
who feels too much in bed
Will you tell them how you cradled me and gently laid me down
how I was you and you were me just on being crying out
And I know that you'll keep crawling back to your needle and thread
cause no one wants to be the boy who feels too much in bed
The fog in my head it thickens
Nothing is clear anymore
But the small girl inside me still searches
For the man who slipped off his horns
For the man who slipped of his horns
For the man who slipped off his horns