Headspace - The Wombats

Headspace I need a route of my headspace

It s a war in here and I need you to take

Take around in my headspace

Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac

Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas

Cause I m hurt

I ll laugh and I joke but I m hurt

I m gonna sing, sing, sing my new swamp song

So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum

But it ll hurt

I ll dance if they ask but it ll hurt

Headspace I need a road of my headspace

It s a war in here and I need you to take

Take around in my headspace

These 5.5 liters of blood

Have some sour taste

For your sweet taste buds

Cuz I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball

From the 1970 s all dusty and worn

And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts

I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way

I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes

I didn t care, they scratch and they bite I didn t care

I didn t care

Headspace I need a road of my headspace

It s a war in here and I need somebody to say

Take around in my headspace

These 5.5 liters of blood

Have some sour taste

For your sweet taste buds

You put a war zone inside me

Above and below the neck

Above and below the neck

Someone flick a light on

The dark just makes it worse

I m running out of options and I m lost for words

Been a life wrecker

Are you gonna let me know

I keep showing you the compassion

And the

I m acting my age here and I m growing up too fast

The and streets paves with gold

I want my money back

Cause Liverpool feels like a crowded memory

Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me

Head space, my head space

She wrapped her claws around me

Head space my head