Karaoké This Is Home Cavetown

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of fallin' 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

Has too many colors

Enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead

Sometimes I think I'm dead 'cos I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrappin' 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 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

Time is

Slowly

Tracin' his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place