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 and this place There's 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 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 arms Oh Time is Slowly Tracing hi