Little Head by Sinner
[Butch Walker]
I can dish it out but you know I can't take it
When you told me every time
That you came that you were faking
So I guess I'll never know
If I was mackin, yes or no
Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before
When you pulled out my glass heart
And broke it on the floor
I guess I'm gonna go
To the house of broken hearts and bloody toes
It hurts to think about
I got no doubt - I figured out
My little head is so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out
Just a little scratch but it feels like it did
When you've fallen off the short bus
And landed on your head
I felt a little low
When you told me where to go
Right straight down to hell
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