The Wombats - Headspace

^CHeadspace, I need her out of my ^Fheadspace Cause it's a war in here and I ^Cneed you take Take her out of my ^Fheadspace

^CGonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac Up the ^Focean road until it runs out of gas ^AmCause I'm hurt I laugh and I joke but I'm ^Fhurt ^CI'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song So all the ^Fbright young sparks have got a tune they can hum ^AmBut it'll hurt I'll dance if they ask but i^Ct'll hurt

^CHeadspace I need her out of my ^Fheadspace There's it's a war in here and I ^Cneed you take Take her out of my ^Fheadspace ^GThese 5.5 liters of blood Have some ^Fsour taste for your sweet taste buds

^CCause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball From t^Fhe 1970's all dusty and worn ^AmAnd it hurts, I reflect the light, ^Fbut it hurts ^CI use to run, run, run until my knees gave way I use^F to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes ^AmI didn't care, they scratch and they bite ^FI didn't care

^CHeadspace I need her out of my ^Fheadspace Cause it's a war in here and I ^Cneed somebody to say Take her out of my ^Fheadspace ^GThese 5.5 liters of blood ^FHave some sour taste for your sweet taste buds

^DmYou put a war zone inside me Above and ^Fbelow the neck Above and below the^C neck ^CSomeone flick a light on ^FThe dark just makes it worse ^CI'm running out of options and^F I'm lost for words ^CLittle life wrecker,^F are you gonna let me know? ^COr keep showing me the compassion of^F a talk show host? ^CI'm not acting my age here and ^FI'm growing up too fast ^CIf these streets are paved with gold ^FI want my money back ^CCause Liverpool feels like a ^Fclouded memory ^CNow the Californian air has ^Fwrapped their claws around me ^CHeadspace, my ^Fheadspace

^CHeadspace, my ^Fheadspace C