Headroom - Van Hunt

Every night, all night, I sleep on the floor

Wrestling with myself, tortured

Must have missed something while looking for more

Crushed by the one who I ignored

From your lips, I heard a melody like this, ooh

You sang goodbye like the blues

Now it’s stuck in my head, ooh

Without you, I get lost in the bad, ooh

My mind went running after you

Now it’s lost in my head too

A flood french blood flowed through my veins

Cool to the touch, good for my brain

But drug only numbed part of my pain

Confusion and paranoia remain

And I wish I could add it

The things I said to you

You know I regret it

The shit I put you through

And I write his letter from here in exile

And it’s a message from the margins

Can you hear my tearful plea

If there’s any art of me inside of you

Can you have mercy on me

Have mercy on me

(Chorus in the background)

Message from the margins

Can you hear my tearful plea

If there’s any part of me inside of you

Can you have mercy on me

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on