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 noise
I want to cover up the wall
Routines never really run the first time through
Adapted for our latest ploy
A pantomime of feeling good, good, good
And waving as the smile drips in
When really I have never cared less in my life
To ever smile again

I sit before the mirror white and draw my red eyеs black
My head is full of everyonе you ever knew
Reflected, tired and cracked

My act is empty, hopeless with only so much to bluff
A show to cover up the stain
Of all this strewn to satisfy another to you in
Acting out this tired charade
A pantomime of feeling good, good, good, good, good
And drowning as the smile drips out
And really I have never cared less in my life
If it ever turns around
I sit before the mirror cold and paint my black mouth red
Your head is full of everyone I ever knew
Reflected, old and dead

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