Davey thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors Only once or twice a month does the mirror do him justice Every other time he looks a mess He expects a lot from it but then barely notices
Davey knows we all create the world from in our skulls Everything you think of is just as real as you make it Now he only focuses on dreams Can you make a name exist just by focusing on it
I've been around a mirror enough to know it's hard to change We're like magicians when we dream but we wake up... nothings different Cover up with jewelry But pierce all the parts you got If the packaging design could fix the contents
I might distort myself a bit I doubt that I'm the only one to hope that features smear Want the face that's stuck to my skull It's just a mask Peel the skin away and we'll trade I'm not so attached to this face