Baby 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 noticesBaby 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 we wake up and nothing's different
Cover up with jewelry or pierce all the parts youve got
If the packaging design can fix the contentsI might distort myself a bit, I doubt that I'm the only one
To hope that features smear, warp 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
Songwriters
Joel Andrew Petersen;Clark Alan Baechle;Todd Emil Baechle;Michael Wayne Dappen;Jacob John ThielePublished by
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