I'm out of time to be real
Any advice would be welcome
I think that there's nobody here
I winked at the clothes on the shelf but
Nobody's winking at me
Nothing is on the T.V
Yoghurt and ABCs
Maybe it's not for me
Can we go home now
Can we go home
Got a homegrown nightmare here
With a night-light on the pier
Will you come back
If i go so loud
What you know about that
What you know bout
I'm outer space in a boy
Out of my space with your toys
If you won't let me drive your car
How will i get to the stars
I'm in a puzzled place
But now i'm beginning to realise
Puzzles are laced with grace
At least that's what i theorise