Navigating the tumultuous journey of self-identity and acceptance, this introspective piece delves into the raw emotions of feeling out of place. The lyrics express a longing for escape from discomfort and confusion, symbolized by wanting to 'fly us out of here'. The protagonist struggles with their appearance and identity, hinting at possible gender dysphoria. They are portrayed as a misunderstood 'monster' who can't communicate effectively, further emphasizing feelings of alienation. However, there's an underlying tone of hope; despite his struggles, he is welcomed 'with open arms' by the stars - a metaphor for finding acceptance and peace within oneself. The song title "Home" suggests that through this journey of self-discovery and acceptance, one can find a sense of belonging or 'home' within themselves.
Home
Lyrics
Often, I am upset that I can not 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
(Ooh) I'll cut my hair
(Ooh) to make you stare
(Ooh) I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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
'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
(Ooh) my eyes went dark
(Ooh) I don't know where
(Ooh) 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
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
Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place
Writer(s): Robin Skinner
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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