i'll see what you want me to see

through rose-colored glasses

i can't see the blood in my hand

now you're over, you're so over

all over my head

i pray to god i find my way

back to something familiar

please tear me from this contraband

now it's over, it's so over

it's under my bed

the painting's worn pale

your eyes have started fading

were they ever even really there

nothing to give with everything you take

the cracks in your smile make it impossible

to decipher something legible

your porcelain face and a heart of glass

no time for dependency

we're going over at light speed

no scenery to stimulate

something older, we grow older

but nothing ever seems to change

i pray to god you lose your way

you're something peculiar

on one leg only i'll still take a stand

i fall over, a tall order

these...i need to rearrange

the painting's worn pale

your eyes have started fading

were they ever even really there

nothing to give with everything you take

the cracks in your smile make it impossible

to decipher something legible

your porcelain face and a heart of glass

the painting's worn pale

your eyes have started fading

were they ever even really there

nothing to give with everything you take

the cracks in your smile make it impossible

to decipher something legible

your porcelain face and a heart of glass

a heart of glass

a heart of g