My head has always been the better part of me

Not that that says a lot really

My heart has always been lost and wondering

A gipsy that won’t stop wandering

If maybe I had spoken up early

He would have had reason to consider me

Not that it’d matter truthfully

I don’t deserve anyone’s empathy

He’s perfect and I’m not

It’s the truth, not a thought

So I could chase my heart

And break it into shards

Or follow my head

I ought to do that instead

Through all these years

It’s kept me from death

So I’ll follow my head

To the very end

For a broken heart

May lead to my death bed