Devendra Banhart - At The Hop

Put me in your suitcase, let me help you pack
Because you're never coming back, no you're never coming back

Cook me in your breakfast and put me on your little plate
Because you know I taste great, yeah you know I taste great

Well at the hop it's greaseball heaven
With candypants and archie too

So put me in your dry dreams or put me in your little wet
If you haven't yet, no if you haven't yet

Light me with your candle, watch the flames grow high
You know it never hurts to try, you know it never hurts to try

So I won't stop all of my pretending that you'll come home
You'll be coming home, someday soon

So put me in your blue skies or put me in your little gray
There's gotta be someway, there's gotta be someway

Put me in your tongue tie, make it hard to say
That you're not gonna stay, that you're not gonna stay

Wrap me in your marrow and stuff me in your little bones
And I'll sing a mending moan, a song to bring you home