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 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 if 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
Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place.