Sugarpile

Meet me behind the sugarpile
I'll be sticky, sweet with smile.
It's all in your head, honey
It's all in your head

Don't you want me to wrap around you
shower you with the affection you're used to.
It's all in your head, honey
It's all in your head

You're sweet nectar form a droopy vine
a sappy kind might find it ripe enough to eat.
It's not like old times.
It's not like old times.

Wake up from your nap and yawn
I'm on the other end of the telephone, screaming
It's not like old times.
It's not like old times.

It's all in your head, honey.
It's all in your head