There's a guy on the corner and he's always there for me,
He always wants to talk and ask me where I've been,
But he doesn't care, he's just a middleman between this street and the suits of Whitechapel,
It gets cut down along the line, sometimes I think they've got it good,
But I don't want to be alone any more, you slit the throat of your confidence,
But what we've got to save for today,
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor just for someone to fall asleep to,
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me,
On the back seats we're feeling warm,
I don't need a flag to make me feel like I belong,
All the nights we don't talk about, all the hours we forget,
But I'm making this week one I'll remember,
Tonight I'm doing all the things my body told me not to do,
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor,
Just for someone to fall asleep to,
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me,
But until that day I'm free,
It's in my head and it's under my feet,
But who am I to blow against the wind and push it to pretend,
It's in my head and it's under my feet,
It's in my head
©2013 Bomber Music Ltd
He always wants to talk and ask me where I've been,
But he doesn't care, he's just a middleman between this street and the suits of Whitechapel,
It gets cut down along the line, sometimes I think they've got it good,
But I don't want to be alone any more, you slit the throat of your confidence,
But what we've got to save for today,
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor just for someone to fall asleep to,
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me,
On the back seats we're feeling warm,
I don't need a flag to make me feel like I belong,
All the nights we don't talk about, all the hours we forget,
But I'm making this week one I'll remember,
Tonight I'm doing all the things my body told me not to do,
I've always spent more time on the bedroom floor,
Just for someone to fall asleep to,
All the things I've ignored will catch up to me,
But until that day I'm free,
It's in my head and it's under my feet,
But who am I to blow against the wind and push it to pretend,
It's in my head and it's under my feet,
It's in my head
©2013 Bomber Music Ltd