Pretty in pink

Tied up with a ribbon

Smile made of milk teeth

Stars on the ceiling

Born into chaos

Live to conceal it

A pleasure to teach

So quiet and easy

Learnt how to read you

Before any story

Recite every line

For the role that you gave me

So I drew in the lines

Wouldn’t dare touch the border

Not a single mistake

From your heavenly daughter

I could win it all

Never drop the ball

Be the last to fall

It still won’t feel like home

I’m the eye of the storm

Always in perfect form

Holding down the fort

It still won’t feel like home

It still won’t feel like home

Ten accolades

That sit on the mantle

Did I make you proud

‘Til I couldn’t handle

The weight of your world that I wore round my shoulders

So I drew in the lines

Wouldn’t dare touch the border

Not a single mistake

From your heavenly daughter

I could win it all

Never drop the ball

Be the last to fall

It still won’t feel like home

I’m the eye of the storm

Always in perfect form

Holding down the fort

It still won’t feel like home

It still won’t feel like home

Where do you go when it don’t feel right

Where do you grow when there’s no sunlight

Where do you go

Where do you go

When home ain’t a home

Where do you go when you can’t escape

Where can you grow out of this headspace

Where do you go

Where do you go

When home ain’t a home

(Ooooh)

Be the last to fall

It still won’t feel like

(Ooooh)

Holding down the fort

It still won’t feel like home

It still won’t feel like home