Strum

It will be so perfect, I said. Too beautiful for words.It will be so perfect I said.

My words are stupid, worthless, merely so much noiseI want to cover up the wallGood things never really run the first time throughAdapted for our latest ployA pantomime of feeling good good good!And waving as the smile just sitsBut really I have never cared less in my lifeTo ever smile again.

I sit before the mirror white and draw my red eyes black.My head is full of everyone you ever knewReflected, tired and cracked.

My act is empty, hopeless only so much luckA show to cover up the stageAll this strewn to satisfy another you inActing out this tired charade.A pantomime of feeling good good good good gooooood!Drowning as the smile drips down.But really I have never cared less in my lifeWhatever turns around.

I sit before the mirror cold and paint my black mouth red.Your head is full of everyone I ever knewReflected, old and dead.

It will still be perfect, you said. Too beautiful for words.It will still be perfect