Pretty Truth

You still pretend you like to let-

Me always choose

I still pretend that I don't get-

Pissed off at you when I lose

Brand new

Before it all starts showing--

Through...

We are but figments we can never live up to...

But beneath the pretty polish,

We could always find an even prettier truth

I don't know yet the kind of woman

You think you wish I was

You don't know yet just how many men

Know all the places you love on me, too

But soon

The bliss of ignorance will lift

And in the clarity it'll all show

Through...

We are but figments we can never live up to...

But beneath the pretty polish,

We could always find an even prettier truth

In the real you and me underneath the frilly niceties

We will eventually have to peel the mask away

And show what we're made of

Oooooh...

We are but figments we can never live up to...

But beneath the pretty polish,

We could always find an even

We could always find an even prettier truth