ΔSH - BR01 - Good Taste

[Verse 1]
I made the room look expensive
so nobody asked why I stayed put gold on the corners
where the old paint gave way I hung little mirrors
where the windows should be now every reflection
looks almost like me I watered the plastic
kept the flowers arranged told everyone laughing
I just like things this way The air never moved
but the curtains had grace funny how fear
can develop good taste [Pre-Chorus]
I know where to stand
when the light hits right I know how to smile
with the lock inside [Chorus]
good taste
in all the wrong places good taste
on all my small cages I made it shine
so I could stay called it mine
called it safe looks like freedom
from the right angle looks like me
when the gold behaves good taste
good taste I made the cage
look like me [Verse 2]
I painted a door
where the wall wouldn’t break stood there for years
like I had my escape I bought better lamps
for the corners I feared now the dark looks designed
when it comes too near I dressed up the silence
in velvet and smoke wore every coping
like a tailored coat People came over
said the place looked divine I said thank you
with my hand on the line [Pre-Chorus 2]
I know how to move
when the floor won’t give I know how to look
like I chose to live [Chorus]
good taste
in all the wrong places good taste
on all my small cages I made it shine
so I could stay called it mine
called it safe looks like freedom
from the right angle looks like me
when the gold behaves good taste
good taste I made the cage
look like me [Post-Chorus]
looks good
looks good don’t look too close looks good
looks good that’s how it holds looks good
looks good say it again if I say it enough
it starts sounding like sense [Instrumental 16 bars] [Bridge]
Thank you, wall
you kept me alive held back the night
when I couldn’t fight Thank you, gold
for hiding the bruise you made it look
like I got to choose I kept every scar
in a nicer frame changed all the labels
but not the name Then something small
behind the paint started moving
where nothing should not loud
not brave just one little sound
I couldn’t decorate [Breakdown]
no door
good light same hurt
well dressed one breath
too tight one crack
said yes [Final Chorus]
good taste
in all the wrong places good taste
on all my small cages I made it shine
so I could stay called it mine
called it safe looks like freedom
from the right angle looks like me
when the gold behaves good taste
I wore it so well good taste
nobody could tell I made it shine
till I believed but something moved
underneath [Outro]
The room stayed pretty.
The gold stayed bright. Not open.
Not yet. But less
like mine.