I presuppose you're one of those 

whose deepest prose is chiefly pose 

and just like you my stinking rose 

I'd rather lose my morals than my nose 

your beauty in the sky 

the buoyant flight the happy lie 

invent perfection in your brain to catch you when you fall again 



all this time 

spent to please the eye 



maybe you never had it at all 

maybe you don't need it anyway 

maybe you were waiting for the fall 

to teach you about the value of a day 



I've never seen a better day than today 

I've never seen a mirror get in death's way 

I've never seen self-hate dressed up so nice 

I've never seen fun preserved in ice 



your beauty in the sky 

the buoyant flight the happy lie 

invent perfection in your brain to catch you when you fall again



all this time 

spent to please the eye 



maybe you never had it at all 

maybe you don't need it anyway 

maybe you were waiting for the fall 

to teach you about the value of a day



maybe you were wrong about your face

don't curse your luck 

your luck don't need to change 

something that is broken in your smile 

a speck of dust just falling into space 



maybe you never had it at all 

maybe you don't need it anyway 

maybe you were waiting for the fall



maybe you were wrong about your face

don't curse your luck 

your luck don't need to change 

something that is broken in your smile 

a speck of dust just falling into space



I'm no one 

I'm no one

I'm no one

I'm no one



I'm no one

I'm no one

I'm no one

I'm no one



I'm no one

I'm no one

I'm no one

at all