Lies To Oneself
You've recently been told that you love to look at yourself in mirrors,
You just thought you loved to point out your own flaws.
You have a favourite music group. I know you would give anything just to meet the lead singer, you still have hope enough to think you could one day.
You have many favourite colours. You'd paint the world in them if you could, and if it weren't already painted in them by someone else.
You want the truth, you say. I won't know if you will ever be ready for it because you wish reflections lie, like shadows or night sounds or tests written in pencil.
You have a favourite pair of shoes. You're wearing holes in the ones you don't like as much just because you think beautiful things need to be taken care of.
You have a favourite brand of shampoo. It's green, but smells purplish. You never have the time to use conditioner.
You've been told that you run away too much. I'm the same way,
But your eyes are too chilled, I'm shivering just looking at you and your
Cuticles aren't existant on some fingers and you attract so much attention it's ridiculous.
You never believed in bad luck, or ghosts, or reasons because science tells us what the weather will be like tomorrow. Science is what grounds you and keeps you on your feet at the same time.
You have never been able to lie to others very well, so you lie to yourself
Because it's easier than convincing the world you're right. Mirrors can't speak, only see, like week-old kittens or cell phone cameras or shiny kitchen knives, but you wish I could lie, too.
You just thought you loved to point out your own flaws.
You have a favourite music group. I know you would give anything just to meet the lead singer, you still have hope enough to think you could one day.
You have many favourite colours. You'd paint the world in them if you could, and if it weren't already painted in them by someone else.
You want the truth, you say. I won't know if you will ever be ready for it because you wish reflections lie, like shadows or night sounds or tests written in pencil.
You have a favourite pair of shoes. You're wearing holes in the ones you don't like as much just because you think beautiful things need to be taken care of.
You have a favourite brand of shampoo. It's green, but smells purplish. You never have the time to use conditioner.
You've been told that you run away too much. I'm the same way,
But your eyes are too chilled, I'm shivering just looking at you and your
Cuticles aren't existant on some fingers and you attract so much attention it's ridiculous.
You never believed in bad luck, or ghosts, or reasons because science tells us what the weather will be like tomorrow. Science is what grounds you and keeps you on your feet at the same time.
You have never been able to lie to others very well, so you lie to yourself
Because it's easier than convincing the world you're right. Mirrors can't speak, only see, like week-old kittens or cell phone cameras or shiny kitchen knives, but you wish I could lie, too.