This Is Home

Often, I am upset that I cannot fall in love

But I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now

But I swear, when I'm ready, I will fly us out of here

I'll cut my hair

To make you stare

I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now

And this place has too many colours enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead? Sometimes, I think I'm dead

'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

Ooh, my eyes went dark

Ooh, I don't know where

Ooh, my pupils are

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody, please, give him a little bit of space?

Get a load of this trainwreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know

The stars welcome him with open arms, oh

Time is slowly

Tracing his face

But strangely

He feels at home in this place