Lyrics
I feel like an alien
In my black clothes and my white hair made at home
In a town that doesn't know me
I could be a friend of yours
In my dark hole and a good head full of jokes
You'd be lucky to know me
Or so I tell myself
To the mirror sometimes
Pulling my skin off about it
Illusion of scarcity
I've been holding on to this whole time
"Nobody here really likes me"
I feel like an alien
In my black clothes and my white hair made at home
Nobody here really likes me
I could be a friend of yours
In my dark hole and a good head full of jokes
Nobody here really likes me