And speaking of Little Miss Catherine I feel swell, oh well Because losing you Was something I always Did so well I guess I just can't tell anymore And the feeling I get when I see your clothes Spread out on my floor Oh, I'm such a bore I'm such a bore I don't do anything anymore I just count these ceiling tiles falling through my floor <♪> Sorry I really lost my head I'm sorry I really lost my head But you know those words that you said They get stuck here in my head And this feeling I dread it makes me wish I was dead Or just alone instead I'll be alone instead I don't need anyone in my bed Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head <♪> Sorry I really lost my head Oh I'm so sorry I really lost my head Oh those words you said