You Got Out (Acoustic)

My head's not right

I never speak the truth anymore

And all melodies grow old

What I wish I was made of

Isn't what I am

But we, we can pretend

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

So dark that night

You sang into that telephone

That song is something I can't lose

So dark that night

You lost the handle while I wrote this

I can't disconnect the tune

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Can't hear a thing except the sound

I'm trying hard to settle down

But I can't calm down

I let you in but you got out

You got out

You got out

My head's not right

I never speak the truth anymore

And all melodies grow old