I've had a couple points of no return And just about as many lessons I thought I'd learned My words were pure I had something to say So if she really loved me She loved me in a cold way A very cold way Every day Further away The snare is a fist The kick is a heart The launch is a lie The piece is not art Hurricane start turning Curse fuel yearning Live code red It's all in your head It's all in your head Get ready for the deep hit For the blow below the belt She's using up my resources She's beating the deadest of horses My words were pure I had something to say And if she really loved me She loved me in a cold way A very cold way Every day Further away The snare is a fist The kick is a heart The launch is a lie The piece is not art Hurricane start turning Curse fuel yearning Live code red It's all in your head