I don't want to use the simple words
Somehow the plain is never enough
How do I remain a mystery to you
You're god sent and unattainable
I'm still working out the language
I've felt this way since I was Fifteen
Looking for an answer
Higher power scraping the last bits off
Understand my life has always been fiction
Posted the anomalies on a storyboard
You'd think they'd have made me more beautiful
I'm just trying to figure you out
If it's written out does it get worse?
Some love affairs aren't meant to work out
Back-burner memory, could it be heavenly
Leaving it in the past?
Understand my life has always been fiction
Posted the anomalies on a storyboard
You'd think they'd have made me more beautiful
I'm just trying to figure you out
