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