a mind has a mind of its own

Get out Get out Get out Get out of my head Get out Get out Get out

My mind seems to think that you still belong there, and no matter how much I rant
Or cry
Or reason
Or justify
Or hate
Or shout
It still, slightly confused, puts you in my head
Day in, day out.
And it never
Ever
Ever

Puts you in the nightmares you give me.