Pretty Truth
You still pretend you like to let—Me always chooseI still pretend that I don't get—Pissed off at you when I loseBrand newMaybe we should blind each other right nowBefore it all starts showing--
Through…We are but figments we can never live up to…But beneath the pretty polish,We could always find an even prettier truthI don't know yet the kind of womanYou think you wish I wasYou don't know yet just how many menKnow all the places you love on me, tooBut soonThe bliss of ignorance will liftAnd in the clarity it'll all show
Through…We are but figments we can never live up to…But beneath the pretty polish,We could always find an even prettier truth
In the real you and me underneath the frilly nicetiesWe will eventually have to peel the mask awayAnd show what we're made of
Oooooh…We are but figments we can never live up to…But beneath the pretty polish,We could always find an evenWe could always find an even prettier truth