This head of mine is ages, cob webs, corners unknown
I've come to like the place, it's what I call home
This head of mine is spacious, hence why I feel alone
I've come to like the basement, that's all I've ever known
These thoughts that mortify, they're inviting more inside
Why do I do what I do, after all we're born to die
Lock the doors and hide the key, no one I love finding me
Bad ones can't disturb my peace either and that's fine with me
This head of mine is treacherous, can't trust a place it goes
The floors are thin and creaking, paint's chipping, walls are closing
In on me my thinking's got me at my lowest low
If I see light, I chase it, 'cause life's too short for dull
These thoughts that mortify, they're inviting more inside
Why do I do what I do, after all we're born to die
Lock the doors and hide the key, no one I love finding me
Bad ones can't disturb my peace either and that's fine with me
I pack up clothes and paintings, I box what I love most
These walls are so outdated, I tear them down to bone
This house needs renovated, I can't leave where I've grown
At times I swear I hate it, but I'll turn this house to a home