Fishing Net

[Verse 1]
I've dug a lot of small pits in my head
But I know my way around them
They're easier to fall in than you'd think
Shaky ground surrounds them
Until they can be filled up
The back of my head looks like a fishing net
A fishing net

[Chorus]
The back of my head looks like a fishing net
And the front of my face is blank and warm and wet

[Verse 2]
I've been filling these holes
With other thoughts
They're almost full, except for one
Don't have enough, won't ever have enough

[Chorus]
The back of my head looks like a fishing net
And the front of my face is blank and warm and wet
Yes, the front of my face is blank and warm and red
But the back of my head looks like a fishing net

[Post-Chorus]
A tightrope walker may be able to
Navigate past the holes inside my head

[Chorus]
Because the back of my head looks like a fishing net
And the front of my face is blank and warm and wet