The Story You Sell

This is all in my head
I'm sure that's the story you sell
And I know you've felt this way for a while
As predicted by your smile
Our phantom fantasy burst
When it fell through the ground
I guess I'll see you around

I'm hiding under the table
Biting at the legs
It's better here than out there
In your field of vision

This sight of you alone embodies my fears
Your fucking friends won an Emmy
For their performance of smears
Yeah I prayed, yeah I prayed for
A glimpse of transparency
A definition of class
An aperture filled with ash

And I know you've felt this way for a while
As predicted by your smile
Our phantom fantasy burst
When it fell through the ground
I guess I'll see you around

Would you hear me out
I'm just a boy who came out in the south
My share of issues
Don't compare to the dread
That I felt with you

And I know you've felt this way for a while
As predicted by your smile
Our phantom fantasy burst
When it fell through the ground
I guess I'll see you around

I'm well aware you've felt this way for a while
As predicted by your smile
Our phantom fantasy burst
When it fell through the ground
I guess I'll see you

Definition of class
An aperture turned glass
This is all in my head
I'm sure that's the story you sell
I guess I'll see you in hell



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Roger
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