Letras: Harvard. In Your Head.

Take me home, leave all your bets on the bedroom floor
Is it wrong to speak of...
The old man's love,
like you knew exactly where he's from?
Can't you just leave him alone?
One hundred years to stay around and live underground
One hundred years to be safe and sound and live underground
That alone will catch your eye-
try to at least act surprised
Its all you've got your word is dead
All you've got is what's in your head
Its all I've got my word is dead
All I've got is what's in my head
Please don't go,
I've been trying to reach you through this phone
But you're not home, not home
Please don't go,
I've been dying to reach you through your own
But you're not home, not home
I'm all you've got, your word is dead
I'm all you've got and its in your head
I don't want to know you
I don't want to hear you
When love leaves you only to see countless lies
When I leave you only to see countless lies
You were never there-
I guess I was never there
He will take a breath you will never catch