Pixelated screen, optic misguide
You make me paint in green
Every red light
You look so blurred; shapes lines and mind
How can I do you right
When nothing seems defined
Maybe I should trust my eyes
Only when it's time to cry
Because if I see the truth in all your lies
Well, maybe I'm just blind
Do you hide all your clues under your skin?
With my sight maybe I'll never find
Is the smile on your face in fact a frown
While I insist on staying at your side?