Blue gallery

Blue October

I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head.
They crawl'in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed,
Dropping little reels of tape, to remind me that I'm alone.
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain.
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?