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