i'm a little sick right now but i swear when i'm ready i will fly us out of here

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 Oh Time is Slowly Tracing his