I'm feeling overwhelmed
Surrounded by tinted water
Are you showing yourself
While your face is painted over?
All the gowns and glory
Won't make you feel worthwhile
Tell me does the bleach that's in your teeth
Help make you force that smile?
Oh
I'm unsatisfied
Surrounded by tan imposters
This perfect hair is fried
From crowns that burn my colors
All the gowns and glory
Can't make up wasted time
Tell me is this who you want to be
A statue in your prime?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Feeling idolized
Come onto your plastic altar
Can i capitalize
If i turn into rubber?
All the gowns and glory
Can't turn water into wine
Tell me does the knife under your cheek
Make you more Divine
Does it make you more Divine?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Surrounded by tan imposters
These crowns, they burn my colors
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I'm feeling overwhelmed
Surrounded by tinted water
Are you showing yourself
While your face is painted over?
All the gowns and glory
Won't make you feel worthwhile
Tell me does the bleach that's in your teeth
Help make you force that smile?
Oh
I'm unsatisfied
Surrounded by tan imposters
This perfect hair is fried
From crowns that burn my colors
All the gowns and glory
Can't make up wasted time
Tell me is this who you want to be
A statue in your prime?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Feeling idolized
Come onto your plastic altar
Can i capitalize
If i turn into rubber?
All the gowns and glory
Can't turn water into wine
Tell me does the knife under your cheek
Make you more Divine
Does it make you more Divine?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Surrounded by tan imposters
These crowns, they burn my colors
Surrounded by tinted water
Are you showing yourself
While your face is painted over?
All the gowns and glory
Won't make you feel worthwhile
Tell me does the bleach that's in your teeth
Help make you force that smile?
Oh
I'm unsatisfied
Surrounded by tan imposters
This perfect hair is fried
From crowns that burn my colors
All the gowns and glory
Can't make up wasted time
Tell me is this who you want to be
A statue in your prime?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Feeling idolized
Come onto your plastic altar
Can i capitalize
If i turn into rubber?
All the gowns and glory
Can't turn water into wine
Tell me does the knife under your cheek
Make you more Divine
Does it make you more Divine?
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
See the audience
As they eat your brain
They see god just cuz
You're standing up straight
Sitting under a pageantry
A dull conversation piece
Is this who you wanna be?
A wind up trophy
And this ain't permanent
Why nurse an ancient trend
Waiting for your hollow friends
To not show up again
Surrounded by tan imposters
These crowns, they burn my colors
Writer: Alison Sloan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid