madhouse - Matt Maltese

Home, home sweet home

Live, laugh, love

These are some things written by the phone

On the wall

Of this home

Located on Nowhere Avenue

Don’t understand

How everyone lives inside their head

Multicoloured ornaments in

People’s houses make me feel like

No one out there understands me

Well, that’s half the battle, baby

Continental condiments in

People’s houses make me happy

Can’t you tell me why I’m empty?

Welcome to the madhouse, baby

Memes, beauty dreams

Self-help schemes

These are some things I can sit and read

Every dog, every tweet

Reckons with a different, same old time

Confused and tired

While everyone powers on with life

Multicoloured ornaments in

People’s houses make me feel like

No one out there understands me

Well, that’s half the battle, baby

Continental condiments in

People’s houses make me happy

Can’t you tell me why I’m empty?

Welcome to the madhouse, baby

Multicoloured ornaments in

People’s houses make me feel like

I’m the only one who’s out here

Everybody feels like that, dear

Continental condiments in

People’s houses make me happy

Can’t you tell me why I’m empty?

Welcome to the madhouse, baby

(Welcome to the madhouse, baby)