Making things better than they seem
Made chipper and gold
The color doesn't suit you to well
But your eyes and skin do and they tell all

In your dreams the world is perfect
In mine so blackened and shady
You pull this off so well
For me it's difficult to even come to the fact that I'm still living
without missing pieces

The come down is the worst part of taking these imaginary drugs called
lies
When you realize this world is not so
When you breakdown the image
When you look behind the wall
It'll just be another ****** day in paradise