From the album Fat Evil Dogs, Fat Evil Cats, Fat Evil Bears, Fat Evil Rats
This song is about the gap between what someone tells you is real and what you know in your gut. The speaker flips between wanting wisdom that comes with age and being stuck in a childish state, but either way, he refuses to pretend the relationship worked the way she says it did. The refrain "it's all in your head" sounds like comfort but functions as gaslighting, and his response is quiet defiance.
When I was a young boy / When I lived in the south / I knew a woman with a big ol house
Setting this in the past and the South gives it the texture of a folk memory, something half-mythic. The woman with the big house has power he does not, which sets up the imbalance that runs through everything.
I wish I was an old man / Dying more everyday / Then I'd know all the words to say
He wants the authority that age would give him, the ability to name what happened. Instead he is stuck without language, which is its own kind of powerlessness.
I guess I am a whining / Boyish little girl / I'll never change / I'll never speak the word
He takes the insult she probably used against him and wears it. Calling himself a "boyish little girl" collapses gender into something messy and dismissed, which is exactly how she made him feel. The refusal to "speak the word" could be love, or a name for what she did, or both.
But it's all in your head / It's all in your mind my dear / But I don't mind my dear / Cuz I'm not being fooled
She tells him his feelings are imaginary, using "my dear" like a pat on the head. His response mirrors her tone but flips the meaning. He does not mind because he knows the truth, even if she will not admit it.
The song does not resolve. He stays boyish, stays stuck, stays "crazy like a madman." But he draws one hard line: he is not being fooled. That might be the only power he has left, and he is holding it tight.