Comfort me Choose a friendship that’s not made of plastic That was me: eye crossed, stars wide while patiently saying: “I still believe that this world is good when we stop pretending.”
Breath in my poisoned heart; suffer from a great pretending Discard this mask of ours May we see ourselves for what we are
Try to smile when you’re lying in a field of daises That was us: truck top, July, while the engine was running I still believe that this world is good when you stop pretending
Breath in my poisoned heart; suffer from a great pretending Discard this mask of ours May we see ourselves for what we are