Reality

I studied reality religiously
Sunday, all day I hear them preach
Fix themselves with a simple touch
But just break and fall when it’s too much
They say I swear too much
All I swear is my love to you
They say there’s too much make up
All I make up’s what I broke with you
They say don’t tell your stories out loud
But that’s what makes them true
Will you be my muse?
Will you be my
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I lose myself in a maze of trust
Dead ends with walls that smell of rust
Yellow gifts were tools, let’s screw it all
We’ll pass this test then we can finally grow up
They say I swear too much
All I swear is my love to you
They say there’s too much make up
All I make up’s what I broke with you
They say don’t tell your stories out loud
But that’s what makes them true
Will you be my muse?
Will you be my
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
They say I swear too much
All I swear is my love to you
They say there’s too much make up
All I make up’s what I broke with you
They say don’t tell your stories out loud
But that’s what makes them true
Will you be my muse?
Will you be my…