The charrades go on
All I do, all I am is not enough
Give me a second, while I'm begging for the cheat codes

Who am I kidding?

I'm a hot mess in a summer dress
Spin me around, look at it swirl

All I ever wanted was to be loved
But I'm a phantom of your heartbeat, and my own heart is too capricious to settle down
I'm not a **** - I just suffer from wanderlust

But who am I kidding?

I can't hide behind men or love
Can't hide behind alcohol

I just want to be saved, but no one can be my savior, except from, well, maybe me
Still I pray to a God that I don't believe in, simply because I don't know how to be or create a miracle myself

So I just sit, trapped between these purple walls.
Fantasizing that there's something more
That I can be something
Don't know what, or what for.