outta my, outta my head

going out of my mind these days
it's like i'm walking around in a haze
i can't think straight, i can't concentrate
and i need a shave

i go to work and i look tired
the boss man says: son, you gonna get fired - this ain't your style

and behind my coffee cup i just smile.

what a beautiful mess
what a beautiful mess i'm in, spending all my time with you
theres nothing else i'd rather do.
what a sweet addiction that i'm caught up in, cause i cant get enough...

this morning put salt in my coffee
i put my shoes on the wrong feet

i'm losing my mind I swear
it might be the death of me, but i don't care.