It’s only been three weeks and a bag of speed from Jamie the PhD She comes by the front desk to leave my transcript with her edits ‘Cause I don’t wanna leave the Palace At least that’s what my true love calls it
Last night I wrote a poem Man, I must’ve been in the poem zone
I’m in over my head
Maybe I’ll get a pet, learn how to take care of somebody else Maybe I’ll name him Jeff But I think it might defeat the purpose Living on housekeeping and room service But I don’t wanna leave the Palace
Oh, let’s pay someone to move in here and fix this
Last night I texted your iPhone And said “I think I’m ready to come home”