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”

I’m in over my head
I’m way in over my head