On my own volition 

I pound my head against the wall 

And I don't hear it when you call 

Tumbling down the stairway 

I still try to make the phone 

I call you back but your not home 



Full of good intention 

I read the paper to myself 

I try to act like someone else 

Barely past the headline 

I still remember what you said 

I'll hold it in until I'm dead 



I best be getting on with this 

But I can't get you out my head 

Ten times a day when I stop to pray 

I ask that you would let me in 



Beading on the window 

The weather underneath my eyes 

Is it rain or am I crying 

TV in the distance 

Am I awake or still asleep 

I feel a hand against my cheek 



I best be getting on with this 

But I can't get you out of my head 

Ten times a day when I stop to pray 

I ask that you would let me in 



Like every time before 

I'll sing a metaphor 

To try to shed some light inside my mind 

A lot of good that will do 

I can't get inside of you 

To take back the back the past and make things ne 



I best be getting on with this 

But I can't get you out my head 

Ten times a day when I stop to pray 

I ask that you would let me in