Well I was searching for my healing in the landfill that would only break me more

I was playing the same chords

And I was granting my most precious gems in hopes to find a healing in their scars

I have yet to find the art

I was searching in a landfill for authenticity

I was smelling plastic roses expecting something sweet

Well I was searching in a landfill for authenticity

And I was smelling plastic roses expecting something sweet