I’m standing at my front door tryna fit the key into the lock in the dark
And I’m not getting any closer
Not getting any closer to figuring out what went wrong
I’m stuck in my head.
You wore different socks today, it’s the one thing I thought would never change
And if you’re not sleeping over
If you’re not sleeping over then nothing really stays the same
I’m stuck in my head.
And I’m coming around but I’ve always been a little bit slower than everyone else
And am I getting any closer?
Not getting any closer to figuring out why you’re sad
I’m stuck in my head
Was it something I said?
I won’t say it again.