but night came
more quickly
than starlight travels skies.

And in the end
will she be holding him again and again,
as all their friends fake smiles
and do their very best to pretend

that everything between the couple's
just so perfect and prim.
Think about what you're doing, kid.

So did he
enchant you
with bullets, ballads, or threats?

Or pity?
Or hollow
lies about what's in his head?

And in the end
will you be broken yet again and again
as the mirage of what you have
finally unravels its ends

and you find dunes of devastation
have surrounded you, dear?
Think about what you're doing here.

And will you
end up disappointed yet again and again
as all the happy times you thought up
tumble out of your head

and you find
all the dreams you dream
just make it harder to trace
a line of sanity when every demon's coming awake?

If you could only hear
yourself with all our ears,
you might just find the fear
that we're all feeling now.

If you could see the signs
that mark what's wrong and right,
you might give up the fight
and follow reason home.

What's in your head?
What's in your head?
What's in your head, kid?
Am I just not informed?

What's in your head?
What's in your head?
What's in your head, kid?
Am I just not informed?