Текст песни 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 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 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now And this place has too many colours 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 Ooh, my eyes went dark Ooh, I don't know where Ooh, 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 arms, oh Time is slowly Tracing his face But strangely He feels at home in this place