Headspace is a place where damned thoughts reside
It's where they fester, it's where they come alive
Clarity held hostage, don't know how to confide
A place where my skin crawls off my body and dies
It's where the séance is, where the swamp rithes
Parodies of a better place taunt me televised
A place where my prayers go unanswered
It's where the days get darker and so does my eyes
Gotta get my head out of the game
Whatever it takes to keep me sane
Gotta remember to go at my own pace
Gotta go back to my homespace
Then again, what is homespace?
It's different now than what I reminisce
It can't just be eerie dreams stuck in the city
Or having sex and indulging
It can't just be an air of divorce and childhood wreckage
Or having no plans and no life source
Cos' I'm lonely now and we ain't the same age
Homespace should be a place I look forward to being
Lights strung on the Christmas tree
Where the chimney and fireplace appear roasting
All my callousness and thoughts concerning
It's a snowfall that prevents external adventure
Act of candlelit introspection dinner
Mastering the idiosyncrasies of mental health
Confronting the difficulties of being myself
Gotta remember that even though it's all changed
Every dark age as it's golden age