Fake Perfection (We Aren't)
This picture-perfect life that you want to live
Reflections and teardrops, there's nothing that you wouldn't give
I'd take this mirror and break it, scale and I'll drive it
Down our society's throat
Why can't we see
We're all people and we aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
You don't deserve it
You lie to yourself each day
Rejection and hopeless
Thoughts that won't go away
But you're still here and still standing
Not empty-handed, you carry it all so well
Why can't we see
We're all people and we aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
Broken vases can make so much sand on a beach
Hollow trees can build a home
I don't want us to think fake perfection is real
So for you and for me I'll say
We aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
Okay?
Reflections and teardrops, there's nothing that you wouldn't give
I'd take this mirror and break it, scale and I'll drive it
Down our society's throat
Why can't we see
We're all people and we aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
You don't deserve it
You lie to yourself each day
Rejection and hopeless
Thoughts that won't go away
But you're still here and still standing
Not empty-handed, you carry it all so well
Why can't we see
We're all people and we aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
Broken vases can make so much sand on a beach
Hollow trees can build a home
I don't want us to think fake perfection is real
So for you and for me I'll say
We aren't
Boxes of cardboard to pack all our things in
And suppress them and wrap them up
We aren't pieces of paper to bend and to shape into
Origami or paper airplanes
But sometimes I wanna fly away
Maybe that makes me okay?
Okay?
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Writer(s): Bryan Roscoe
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