HEADCASE - Field Medic

Please don’t think that I hate you

When I don’t want to see you

I just don’t want you to see me

I’ve been hiding in dark rooms

Going to bed early

Self diagnosing on WebMD

I used to feel so pretty

Now I’ve got a complex

Is it supposed feel lucky

When they say I’m just a headcase?

My days pass in a bright blur

While my mind is elsewhere

I’m obsessing over who I could be

If the fog would be lifting

For some relief from this sickness

That beats me into submission

Anytime I’m happy

I used to feel so pretty

Now I’ve got a complex

Is it supposed feel lucky

When they say I’m just a headcase?

I used to feel so pretty

Now I’ve got a complex

Is it supposed feel lucky

When they say I’m just a headcase?

Please don’t think that I hate you

When I don’t want to see you

I just don’t want you to see me