Headspace

C                               F
Headspace, I need her out of my headspace
                            C
There's a war in here and I need you to take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace

C
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
       F
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas
 Am
'Cause I'm hurt
                           F
I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt
C
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song
           F
So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum
Am
But it'll hurt
                            F
I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt

C                               F
Headspace, I need her out of my headspace
                            C
There's a war in here and I need you to take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood
          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet taste buds?

C
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball
      F
From the 1970's all dusty and worn
Am                                 F
And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts
C
I used to run, run, run until my knees gave way
     F
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes
Am                                         F
I didn't care, they scratch and they bite, I didn't care
I didn't care

C                              F
Headspace I need her out of my headspace
                                C
'Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood
          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet taste buds?

Dm
You put a war zone inside me
          F
Above and below the neck
                   C
Above and below the neck
C
Someone flick a light on
F
The dark just makes it worse
C                             F
I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words
C                   F
Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?
C                                   F
Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?
C                              F
I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast
C
If these streets are paved with gold
F
I want my money back
C                            F
'Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory
C                           F
Now the Californian air has wrapped her claws around me
C             F
(Headspace, my headspace)
She wrapped her claws around me
C             F
(Headspace, my headspace)
C

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