Wrong Victory
Rose-colored glasses, they couldn't shield anythingGolden flames that burned, but couldn't heal me from withinDisperse the heat, let the cold sweep in, ohBurst in languid light, as my head and body spin
When your skin doesn't feel like home, ohAnd I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh ohThis body only knows, ohHow to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh
A superstition, that found itself in the wayOf a freed premonition, that could've helped me escapeIt's the wrong kind of victory, disguised as a breakthroughIt's hard when nothing, fits like it used to
When your skin doesn't feel like home, ohAnd I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh ohThis body only knows, ohHow to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh
Hairs on my hand, stand on endThe spine of this truth, repel and suspendAct like bars, but should help me transcendHairs on my hand, stand on endThe spine of this truth, like cracks in the windAct like birds, but should help me transcend
When your skin doesn't feel like home, ohAnd I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh ohThis body only knows, ohHow to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh