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 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I'll cut my hair (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) To make you stare (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 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 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) My eyes went dark (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I don't know where (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, 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 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 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Time is (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Slowly (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)