Get Out Of My Head STATIC SYNDICATE

I still sleep in your old T-shirt
Hanging off your chair like a ghost
Every fight on repeat
In reverse
Every lie tastes sweet
Then cold
You keep sending me old photos
Like proof that we were ever gold
But those days are dust on my window
Watch me wipe them off
Let go

Get out of my head
It’s already a mess
You spin every thought ‘til I can’t feel my chest
Get out of my head and take my name
Take my shadow
Take my blame
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

Your cologne stuck in my hoodie
Your bad jokes in every room
Every “sorry” sounded good
Yeah
Till I saw the exit in your shoes
You keep knocking on my playlists
Saying “this one always made you cry”
Funny how you never noticed
You were the reason why

Get out of my head
It’s already a mess
You spin every thought ‘til I can’t feel my chest
Get out of my head and take my name
Take my shadow
Take my blame
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

Take my Sundays
Take my seat in your car
Take the maps we made
To go nowhere far
Take the versions
Of me you misread
Leave the silence
Leave my bed oh

Get out of my head
It’s already a mess
You spin every thought ‘til I can’t feel my chest
Get out of my head and take my name
Take my shadow
Take my blame
Get out of my head
Get out of my head