Comfort me.
Choose a friendship that's not made of plastic.
That was me: eye crossed,
stars wide and patiently saying
"I still believe that the world is good when we stop pretending."

Breathe in my poisoned heart; suffer from a great pretending. Discard this mask of ours; may we see ourselves for what we are.

Try to smile when you're lying in a field of daisies. That was us: truck top, July, the engine was running.

I still believe that the world is good when we stop pretending.

Breathe in my poisoned heart. Suffer from a great pretending. Tremble at this world of scars. May we see ourselves for what we are.