Made, he thinks he looks
Just like the face
He makes in mirrors
Only once or twice a month
Does the mirror do him justice
Every other time he looks a mess
He expects a lot from it
But then barely notices
And he knows we all create
The world from in our skulls
Everything you think of is
Just as real
As you make it
Now he only focuses
On dreams
Can you make a thing exist
Just by focusing on it?
I've been around a mirror enough
To know it's hard to change
We're like magicians when we dream
But when we wake up
Nothing's different
Cover up with jewelry,
I'll pierce all the parts you got
If the packaging design
Could fix the contents
I might distort myself a bit
I doubt that I'm the only one
To hope the future smears
What, the face that's stuck to my skull
It's just a mask
Peel the skin away and we'll trade
I'm not so attached to this face
