Don't Hate the Player

Well in my head

There\'s a little voice that\'s telling me

I should make my bed

And lay down

In my eyes

There\'s these bursts and beams of color

And I don\'t know why this lack of sleep

Takes precedence over my dreams

Oh, I wanna go home

Oh, I wanna go home

In my head

There\'s a little voice that\'s screaming

Because he can\'t forget

Or let go

In my dreams,

She\'s alive and she\'s sorry

But she knows damn well that it\'s not her fault

Sometimes things just happen that way

Oh, I wanna go home

Oh, I wanna go home

And these thoughts inside my head won\'t stop

They know they get the best of my love

Of the things I had before

My life filed for a divorce

From me and my bored head

The philosophers were right about death

I\'m looking out over the edge

Falling, Falling, Falling

Oh, I wanna go home

Oh, I wanna go home