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 and this place There's 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

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 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