Everything seems so perfect
If you’re far enough away
If you don’t touch the surface
If you run before the ice breaks

I’m not too stupid to notice
Things that everybody knows, this
Don’t do yourself a disservice
Just run before it’s too late (You’re deserving of happiness)

I say I’ll stay in the tent
When the stains and the stink are entrenched
And I paint over the pain, and play in the circus
I am not wondering when
I’ll learn it’s time to stop playing pretend
I’ll paint over the pain, and declare I’m an artist
And if I don’t break surface
I don’t get close enough to see my mistakes

Showing all my true colors
The palette just has so much gray
And it sounds so useless
What does being honest change

Stealing glances and curses
“Witches” die in kitchens and alleyways
It doesn’t sound like it’s worth it
To go outside and play, it’s all the same

I say I’ll stay in the tent
When the stains and the stink are entrenched
And I paint over the pain, and play in the circus
I am not wondering when
I’ll learn it’s time to stop playing pretend
I’ll paint over the pain, and declare I’m an artist
And if I don’t break surface
I don’t get close enough to earn everyone’s hate

My plans are so perfect
Nothing goes wrong
I just keep singing

Stringing you along

And the worst thing on Earth is
You get whatever you get
Progress is an illusion
Just stay in the fucking tent
I knew it all along
And I swear you know nothing

Just stay in the tent
Like a biblical reference
I’m screaming internally
But fanfare is my shit
I’ve said it all along
I swear you still know nothing

Everything is perfect

I say I’ll stay in the tent
As if it’s my own decision
And I paint over the pain, and play for the circus
I am not wondering when
I’ll learn it’s time to stop playing pretend
I’ll paint over the pain, be numb in the end

Must be so nice outside the tent
Where fertilizers make flowers that actually don’t stink
Where brushstrokes are meaningful and elegant
If I don’t shatter delusions
Everything looks pretty and coming up roses
But only if I paint red over my lenses
And if I don’t break surface
I can keep dreaming the circus will one day
Be safe