You still pretend you like to let—
Me always choose
I still pretend that I don't get—
Pissed off at you when I lose
Brand new
Maybe we should blind each other right now
Before it all starts showing--

Through…
We are but figments we can never live up to…
But beneath the pretty polish,
We could always find an even prettier truth

I don't know yet the kind of woman
You think you wish I was
You don't know yet just how many men
Know all the places you love on me, too
But soon
The bliss of ignorance will lift
And in the clarity it'll all show

Through…
We are but figments we can never live up to…
But beneath the pretty polish,
We could always find an even prettier truth

In the real you and me underneath the frilly niceties
We will eventually have to peel the mask away
And show what we're made of

Oooooh…
We are but figments we can never live up to…
But beneath the pretty polish,
We could always find an even
We could always find an even prettier truth