Under the covers, I make a tent
It’s my world that I invent
Without you near me, no adventure
I want you to be home

ba na na nah na nah

Under the table, nobody’s there
Under the ceiling, under the stairs
funny feeling, my head is sleeping
I want you [bad word] home

ba na na nah na nah

In the morning
I’m waiting for you [bad word] back home

where are you?

Take everything, my ipod
Take my keys, take my flare, take it all
Take my shoes, I’m riding solo
My memories, take all my photos
Take my clothes take my clothes my tight blue jeans
Take everything