[Intro] [swaying groove, delayed vocals, glass-bend guitar] The hallway smiles too wide My name comes back in pieces [Verse 1] My face comes back wider than I left it A prettier wreck in a prettier frame Every step repeats me a little too late The glass learned my walk and improved the shame I reach for the me that still looks hired The one with the grin still stapled on straight The real one is sweating the paint off the cheek And selling the warp as a change in the light [Pre-Chorus] Don't trust the angle Don't trust the size If it looks like mercy It's a trick of the heat [Chorus] [straight-time slam] Every mirror sold me a better disaster Same fire, new face, same beautiful lie I look like a winner if I stand where it warps I look like the ending if I stand where it's mine Every mirror sold me a better disaster Hold the pose till the glass gets tired [Verse 2] [more pitch-bent, stacked delay] The floor keeps sliding toward a nicer version Of a night that already started to run I laugh on a count that doesn't belong to me The echo arrives before I'm done Hall of good news with a fever in the silver Everybody prettier, nobody true I keep kissing the glass like it owes me a job It keeps giving me someone who isn't you [Pre-Chorus] Don't trust the angle Don't trust the size If it looks like mercy It's a trick of the heat [Chorus] [straight-time slam] Every mirror sold me a better disaster Same fire, new face, same beautiful lie I look like a winner if I stand where it warps I look like the ending if I stand where it's mine Every mirror sold me a better disaster Hold the pose till the glass gets tired [Rap] [stuttering stripped beat, clipped paranoid rap] I keep walking toward the version that still looks employed The real one is melting and unemployed of joy Left, left, there, no That's the face they pay That's the face that stays That's the one that don't say Heat in the silver, grin on delay If I blink I go missing in a prettier way Don't show me the straight room Show me the bend I can live in a lie if it makes me look planned Count it One me Two me None of them free The honest one cracked And they still sold the pieces as me [Breakdown] [lurching, shouted] Wider Wrong Hold it Smile [Final Chorus] [distorted, does not resolve] Every mirror sold me a better disaster Same fire, new face, same beautiful lie I look like a winner if I stand where it warps I look like the ending if I stand where it's mine Every mirror sold me a better disaster Hold the pose Hold the pose The glass gets tired The glass gets tired [Outro] [reflection delay eating the last word, cut]
