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'll 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 this 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 ghosts 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 this 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 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 Ooh, time is Ooh, slowly Ooh, tracing his face, but strangely it feels at home in this place