Chappo Come Home
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
A funny feeling my head is sleeping
I want you to come home
Ba na na nah na nah
In the morning
I'm waiting for you
To come 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
