oses never red things that won't die when they're bled i can't live this way nothing gets done in my head your words they never go they've made my head their home though i often scold i try to shoo them away but they always stay and it's getting old if there's nothing there then why do i spend all the day entertaining them rewind and play them again it's funny how i put up with all this like i have nothing to do and nothing to lose i've said goodbye so many times they've stayed too long i've got thoughts of my own