My Place

Blue collar mundane magic show
Don't bother going I should know
A new look in technicolor
I don't need no more baggage, no
But she's quick at selling nice and slow
Regret is knowing what you know
Can someone put my mind at ease?
It's not a choice it's a disease
That's why I wrote this symphony

There's too many people hanging in my house
So say your goodbyes and get the hell out
It's my place

I'm not the superstitious type
But sometimes the stars align
For a moment my fears and dreams collide
So I hit up the mundane magic show
And right then I knew you had that glow
A new look in technicolor

There's too many people hanging in my house
So say your goodbyes and get the hell out
It's my place

What's left of me is soaked in bleach
And then colored in reality yeah
That's not a figure of speech
That's something they don't teach It's just rationality
Over my own mortality
That's why I wrote this symphony

There's too many people hanging in my house
So say your goodbyes and get the hell out
It's my place
There's too many people hanging in my house
So say your goodbyes and get the hell out
It's my place