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 face But strangely he feels at hom