Off With Your Head

There are many things I'm tired of
That's what she said
So she took out a knife
And said off with my head
What's the use in knowing that the rest of me is dead
What good is a brain if it's all you got left

There's a part that you have missed
Don't need proof that I exist
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

What you put at the top of the neck to replace the skull
A balloon that you found at the shopping mall
Took out a pen, drew on a happy face
Now she walks around like her own parade

There are words you'll never hear
You've got poison in your ear
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

Come on I want a new reason to feel
(Are you sick of your skin)
A way to know that all I see is real
(Here's a bag to bury you in)
Free from all your toxic melody
(You've got a lot of nerve)
Free from all the sadness that I see
(And you'll get what you deserve)

Sing me something good this time
Tired of wicked lullabies
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

Sing me something good this time
(I'm not your time bomb baby)
Tired of wicked lullabies
(I've got no fuse)
You don't know I'm far away
(Go ahead and call me crazy)
From those awful things you say
(But that's over-used)