Letra de Little head

[Butch Walker]

I can dish it out but you know I can´t take it
When you told me every time
That you came that you were faking
So I guess I´ll never know
If I was mackin, yes or no
Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before
When you pulled out my glass heart
And broke it on the floor
I guess I´m gonna go
To the house of broken hearts and bloody toes

It hurts to think about
I got no doubt - I figured out

My little head is so shot without you
My little head can´t hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out

Just a little scratch but it feels like it did
When you´ve fallen off the short bus
And landed on your head
I felt a little low
When you told me where to go
Right straight down to hell
Cramping up your style
But your style ain´t cramping me
But what you gonna do
When you´re sleeping with the enemy?
I´m always at your show, in the very back row

It hurts to think about
I got no doubt - I figured out

My little head is so shot without you
My little head can´t hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out
My little head is so shot without you
My little head can´t hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out

My little head is so shot without you
My little head can´t hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out
My little head is so shot without you
My little head can´t hold the thoughts
You put inside my mind when you walked out