I got our favourite song in me It won't stop, just repeats Entertain the thought of sleepin' Just come home, please I got a new shirt for you White buttons, navy blue I've entertained the thought of callin' I just miss you I'm a dead body in the sheets Nothin' but a breath here-or-there, I keep Thinkin' you'll find One thought that's mine Drop off somethin' Talk about nothin' Just bring me the house key Come home, please So tell me again how I'm papier-mâché A thousand weak layers of crazy and sane, you know you're Damn right, that I'm a leech for your love I'm lyin' on the highway, could you come beam me up? I pray to God, I hope it works I'm in love, and God it hurts So tell me again how I'm papier-mâché A thousand weak layers unrequited in vain, it's too late Of all the graves I could dig, of all the lips I could kiss Of all the lies I have told, it's worse now, ten-fold Of all the bricks in my chest, I could've never guessed It's not the truth, I don't believe it Just come home, please So tell me again how I'm papier-mâché A thousand weak layers of crazy and sane, you know you're Damn right, that I'm a leech for your love I'm lyin' on the highway, could you come beam me up? I pray to God, I hope it works I'm in love, and God it hurts So tell me again how I'm papier-mâché A thousand weak layers unrequited in vain, it's too late It's too late for me It's too late It's too late for me It's too late It's too late for me It's too late It's too late for me It's too late