My Place Lyrics

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