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

Turn off your porcelain face

I can't really think right now in this place

There's too many colors

Enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead?

Sometimes I think I'm dead

'Cause I can feel ghost and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't want to fall asleep just yet

My eyes went dark

I don't know where

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 train wreck

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