Face it, it's over now I've been a long six months, I've worked it out somehow I wouldn't change it, though it's as bad as its ever been I'll never go and settle down, it don't sound so interesting Maybe I'm getting by, and maybe that's just fine I'll wait around while you talk about the guys Emma-Lynn, so why you gotta get inside my head again? I hope it hurts to know that I'm alright here in the end You're probably better of dead, inside my head You always said, I was a let-down you were wrong And I would have bite my tongue It doesn't matter what I'm into, Too much of you is never good enough but I Maybe I don't want to talk about goodbyes, or how you miss me Emma-Lynn, so why you gotta get inside my head again? I hope it hurts to know that I'm alright here in the end Emma-Lynn. So why you gotta go and play the pessimist Im old enough to know that I'm not getting over it And you need this too, you always do Maybe I don't want to talk about goodbyes, or how you miss me Emma-Lynn, so why you gotta get inside my head again? I hope it hurts to know that I'm alright here in the end Emma-Lynn. So why you gotta go and play the pessimist Im old enough to know that im not getting over it