[Verse 1] They put me in the chair under the lights No color left to hide I grew up in every mirror I could find And Bradford rain and gold that never stayed behind Father gone the cars the houses all the noise Riches to the rags then I ran with the boys Fourteen fire police light spinning red Twenty-five motel ambition in the bed I cut my own fringe I dressed the wound in silk Turned the dirty into something that could kill They wanted soft I gave them the machine Clinical glam the disaster looking clean [Chorus] Look at the picture Look at the frame I'm still breathing inside the same Cross it out darling cross it loud I'm the girl who never learned to be soft This is the image This is the fake Black silk chair and the ex that I make Perfection is died so the real one can stay I dress the wreckage so it walks away Fake image real blood underneath Gold on the throat and the fire in the teeth I'm the same person twenty-four seven No disguise the mirror still watching with expensive eyes [Verse 2] They will mean like the damage was a scene Extreme shoulders gloves the star that cuts clean I directed every light every red slash Made the clinical look like it cost too much cash Norm motel you're still living in the bones Cold and the chaos the nights I spent alone I don't do soft versions I don't send it down I put the camera on the wound and let it drown In back and gold in leather in the mesh The album was the film the cover was the flesh [Chorus] Look at the picture Look at the frame I'm still breathing inside the same Cross it out darling cross it loud I'm the girl who never learned to be soft This is the image This is the fake Black silk chair and the ex that I make Perfection is died so the real one can stay I dress the wreckage so it walks away Fake image real blood underneath Gold on the throat and the fire in the teeth I'm the same person twenty-four seven No disguise the mirror still watching with expensive eyes [Bridge] They wanted the drama Then called it the crime I gave them the chair The red line the time I am not the soft version they sold in the press I am the disaster in the black silk dress [Chorus] This is the image This is the fake Black silk chair and the ex that I make Perfection is died so the real one can stay I dress the wreckage so it walks away No disguise the mirror still watching with expensive eyes [Outro] Still overdressed Still not sorry
