Often I am upset That I could not 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 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

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

Always with me

Tracing his face but strangely he feels at home in this place