Lyrics madhouse - Matt Maltese

madhouse

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)