A Little Fucked Up (Verse 1) Ironed collar and a painted-on smile I’ve been playing this part for a while You look sharp, yeah you look brand new But I can see the dust inside of you We check the mirrors before we leave the room Hiding the cracks, avoiding the gloom But if I’m being honest, if we clear the air There’s a beautiful mess underneath what we wear (Pre-Chorus) But the smile is cracking at the seams We’re suffocating in our own routines Yeah, we smile for the cameras, we play our part While we’re quietly falling apart (Chorus) We’re all a little bit fucked up, let’s just say it out loud Running from the shadows in the middle of a crowd We put our masks on to pass the test Trying our hardest to look perfectly dressed But we’re broken in the corners, we’re a work in progress Yeah, we’re all a little fucked up, and it’s time to confess (Verse 2) You got a secret that you drink away I got a ghost that won’t leave today We swap the stories of the money we make To cover up the pieces that are ready to break It’s a costume party every single night Everybody’s fine under the neon light But the armor gets heavy when you’re standing alone In a house made of glass where the stones get thrown (Pre-Chorus) But the smile is cracking at the seams We’re suffocating in our own routines Yeah, we smile for the cameras, we play our part While we’re quietly falling apart (Chorus) We’re all a little bit fucked up, let’s just say it out loud Running from the shadows in the middle of a crowd We put our masks on to pass the test Trying our hardest to look perfectly dressed But we’re broken in the corners, we’re a work in progress Yeah, we’re all a little fucked up, and it’s time to confess (Bridge) Take it off, let it drop to the floor You don’t have to hide who you are anymore The flaws are the features, the scars are the art There’s a million different ways to repair a heart Let’s stop pretending we’re bulletproof (Guitar / Instrumental Break) (Chorus) We’re all a little bit fucked up, let’s just say it out loud Running from the shadows in the middle of a crowd We put our masks on to pass the test Trying our hardest to look perfectly dressed But we’re broken in the corners, we’re a work in progress Yeah, we’re all a little fucked up, and it’s time to confess (Outro) Just a room full of ghosts Trying to look alive Take the mask off Let’s just survive Yeah, we’re all a little fucked up And that’s fine.
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