It will be so perfect, I said, too beautiful for words
It will be so perfect I said

My words are stupid, worthless, merely so much noise
I want to cover up the wall
Good things really never run the first time through
Adapted for our latest ploy
A pantomime of feeling good, good, good!
And waving as the smile just sits
But really I have never cared less in my life
To ever smile again

I sit before the mirror white and draw my red eyes black
My head is full of everyone you ever knew
Reflected, tired and cracked

My act is empty, hopeless only so much luck
A show to cover up the stage
All this strewn to satisfy another you in
Acting out this tired charade
A pantomime of feeling good, good, good, good, good!
Drowning as the smile drips down
But really I have never cared less in my life
Whatever turns around

I sit before the mirror cold and paint my black mouth red
Your head is full of everyone I ever knew
Reflected, old and dead

It will still be perfect, you said, too beautiful for words
It will still be perfect