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?