I wanna talk to you.
I wanna talk to you.
I wanna talk to you because,
Well I guess,
I guess I sorta kinda miss you.

I want a hole in my head.
I want a hole in my head.
I want a hole in my head because,
Well I guess,
I guess I’m sorta still not whole yet.

How are you?
How are you?
How do you do?
But who am I to ask you?
Yeah, who am I to ask you?

I took a trip to the couch
To try and figure shit out.
There I laid down for an hour or ten,
And I found
When I woke up that you were still not around.

So I took a trip to the mall.
I saw a man collapse on the wall.
So I said, “Do you need a hand?”
But he said, “Not at all.
Sometimes you fall when you’re still learning to crawl.”

How are you?
How are you?
How do you do?
But who am I to ask you?
Yeah, who am I to miss you?

You heard me right, I’m moving on
To another kind of life.
No, I don’t know what it will be like,
But one can always hope, right?
Into every life a little rain must fall,
And you gotta hit the ground with it
Because if you don’t,
You’ll never realize what it was that
Brought the cloud upon your head.
Maybe it was something you said.

Think I’ll take a trip to the South.
See what they’ve been talking about.
No, I don’t think I’ll figure it out,
But you know and I know
Sometimes figuring out isn’t what the trip’s about.

I’ve got a hole in my heart.
I’ve got a hole in my heart.
But now I’m over the hardest part,
Cuz I know
That once you’re born you’re moving on from the start.