This is my Earth And I live in it It's one third dirt And two thirds water And it rotates and revolves through space At rather an impressive pace And never even messes up my hair And here's the really weird thing The force created by its spin Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in
This is my Earth And it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect But it's mine It's not perfect
This is my house And I live in it It's made of cracks And photographs We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy Who bought it from a guy Whose grandad left it to him And the weirdest thing is that this house Has locks to keep the baddies out But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in
This is my house And it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect But it's mine It's not perfect But it's mine
This is my body And I live in it It's 32 And 8 months old It's changed a lot since it was new It's done stuff it wasn't built to do I often try to fill it up with wine And the weirdest thing about it is I spend so much time hating it But it never says a bad word about me
This is my body And it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect But it's mine It's not perfect
This is my brain And I live in it It's made of love And bad song lyrics
It's tucked away behind my eyes Where all my fucked up thoughts can hide Cos God forbid I hurt somebody And the weirdest thing about a mind Is that every answer that you find Is the basis of a brand new cliché
This is my brain And it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect But it's mine It's not perfect I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it It's not perfect But it's mine