Collage - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The fog on the mirror keeps me from seeing myself as clean

I can try as hard as I want, but I'll never be cleaning the dirt from me

But I love you enough to keep trying

To be a more polished up version of me

Now the porcelain cracks, and it's holding me back

I can't be who I want me to be

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh

So I run away from my shadow, 'cause he is all of the worst parts of me

And I jump in the fire, so my bones are all that they get to see

And I'll tear myself up, and I'll glue it back together

A collage of who I think I should be

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh

The rain in thе puddle has taken my face, sunk it deep in thе sea

And my legs never stop moving, but I'm just stuck here stiff as a tree

And my leaves start to fall as I start going cold

So I prop myself up with the lies that I've told

Now I hide from myself, 'cause I can't be consoled

And I'll hang up my grief upside down on the door

While it withers away like a dried marigold

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh

So I run away from my shadow, 'cause he is all of the worst parts of me

And I jump in the fire, so my bones are all that they get to see

And I'll tear myself up, and I'll glue it back together

A collage of who I think I should be