Better In My Head
I love in physical touch
I need it too much, at this point, it's a habit
For me to go to his place
Then walk in with shame and wishin' that I hadn't
If I think that's what I really need, then
Why do I feel bitter when I leave?
'Cause I go to his place
Then walk in with shame and wish it never happened
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention
Givin' up, but that's not what I get
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
I think that intimacy
Is all that I need, but it's so hard to find it
It's always they're not into me
They tell me to leave, I'm constantly reminded (oh, that?)
That goodbye only means a new confession
Twenty-five, and I'm still learning stupid lessons
Intimacy is all that I need, but how do you define it? (How do you define it?)
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention
Givin' up, but that's not what I get
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always - better in my)
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
I go through the motions
I push, then I pull him
I know I should just go to bed
Can't help that I'm hopeless, I know where it's goin'
But maybe just let me pretend
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second (hold me for a second)
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left (oh, whoa)
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention (I'm tradin' my emotions)
Givin' up, but that's not what I get (woah)
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always - better in my)
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always -)
Better in my
I need it too much, at this point, it's a habit
For me to go to his place
Then walk in with shame and wishin' that I hadn't
If I think that's what I really need, then
Why do I feel bitter when I leave?
'Cause I go to his place
Then walk in with shame and wish it never happened
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention
Givin' up, but that's not what I get
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
I think that intimacy
Is all that I need, but it's so hard to find it
It's always they're not into me
They tell me to leave, I'm constantly reminded (oh, that?)
That goodbye only means a new confession
Twenty-five, and I'm still learning stupid lessons
Intimacy is all that I need, but how do you define it? (How do you define it?)
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention
Givin' up, but that's not what I get
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always - better in my)
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
I go through the motions
I push, then I pull him
I know I should just go to bed
Can't help that I'm hopeless, I know where it's goin'
But maybe just let me pretend
I'm desperate
For someone just to hold me for a second (hold me for a second)
'Cause I get kinda lonely, then regret
Spendin' nights in someone else's bed
When they wouldn't even notice if I left (oh, whoa)
A mess when
I'm tradin' my emotions for attention (I'm tradin' my emotions)
Givin' up, but that's not what I get (woah)
Maybe I should touch myself instead
'Cause they're always - better in my head
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always - better in my)
Better in my
He-he-head, he-he-head, he-he-he-head
(They're always -)
Better in my
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Shulman, Charlotte Sands, Jonathan Alcibiaes Santana
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