He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      I am not anymore surprised at your   phone calls at 4 in the morning   (Hello, hello)   You try to write me letters like   you've transformed into Charles   Dickens overnight or something   (Oh, I'm sorry)   And I doubt that you've considered that maybe,    Just maybe those genes that you were forced in,    Although heavy, are no excuse for   your lack of trust in anyone, even you.   My boyfriend used my palm as an ashtray,    And that was on his good days   My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit   They said, "It's just his bad habits."      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      I'm not even scared to come cure your   past, or try to reinvent it   (Just leave it alone)   I can be your lover, and your mother,    And your father who never really   had to take you fishing or teach compassion   You used my voice as your spokesman   You couldn't walk on your own feet   ain't that horrid      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      What's the use, I've caught the blindness      He's got inside my head   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      Are you going to tell me that you   can't bear this weight that was a   present 12 years from this day?   Well this town's on the edge of the dry, dry ocean,    And you're thinking you're immune   to getting torn or more      Yeah...Yeah... Come on      He's got inside my bed   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      He's got inside my bed   He's sleeping in my head   He's got hold of my hand      What's the use, I've caught the blindness