WYHA?

She plays the drums in my band
And dyes her hair jet pink
She always wears a wrist band that
Says she's cooler than me
They play a bar on Tuesday
And I only go to see her
The mood's loud with the lights low
And I'm sweating through my t-shirt

It's all in my mind
I'm just a thread, yeah
And when she saw my face, she said

Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?

She asks me, "Do you do this a lot?
Do you love me or not?
How'd you get to this spot?"
I hope you know that it took me a lot
Ran down so many blocks
And I'm still feeling lost
I know we're all drunk as hell
What's going on, girl? I can't even tell
Tripped and fell, lost my cell
Stuck at the show, might as well be hell, 'cause

Well, it's all in my mind
I'm just a thread
And when she saw my face, she said

Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?

It's no mistake
I'm not a creep for wanting you
Ease my headache
There must be something you could do
Yeah, and she said

Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at?