Outta My Head Lyrics - Liz Longley - Liz Longley

I was packing to move to New York City 

you were the last thing I thought I'd find 

miles and miles away you should be gone now 

but our years together play like movies in my mind 

Cause I found your letters 

and that John Martin record that we spun till it was dead 

I found your mixtape for the road 

and two tickets to the show 

and your sock from under my bed 

and now I can't get your outta my head 

get outta my head 

memories of you start to reappear 

and they're getting harder to ignore 

I swear I heard you singing in the kitchen 

and your bare feet tapping a rhythm on the floor 

and I thought I saw you walking through that door 

oh I wish you'd walk through that door 

Why don't you come get your letters 

and that John Martin record that we spun till it was dead? 

Come get your mixtape for the road 

and two tickets to the show 

and your sock from under my bed 

Come get yourself outta my head 

get outta my head 

Oh now that you're here, you're far more beautiful than I remember 

Oh, remind me why we're not together 

shouldn't we be together? 

Why don't you come get your letters 

and we'll spin some records, then go out and paint the town red 

I've got two tickets to the show 

and I think that we should go 

and if you want you can crash on my bed 

cause I'd rather you there in my head 

get outta my head 

get outta my head 

get outta my head 

get outta my head