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
Has 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 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
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