Papier-Mâché

I got our favourite song in me
It won't stop, just repeats
Entertain the thought of sleeping
Just come home
Please

I got a new shirt for you
White buttons navy blue
I've entertained the thought of calling
I just miss
You

I'm a dead body in the sheets
Nothing but a breath here or there I keep
Thinking you'll find
One thought that's mine

Drop off something
Talk about nothing
Just bring me the house key
Come home
Please

So tell me again how I'm papier-mâché
A thousand weak layers of crazy insane
You know you're damn right, that I'm a leech for your love
I'm lying 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
Tenfold
Of all the bricks in my chest
I could have 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 insane
You know you're damn right, that I'm a leech for your love
I'm lying 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