I step into your chair

I don't know why I'm here

This isn't what I need

This stress weighs my heart

But inside me, it's full

Why should I pull it off? It's what I'm used to

What if I'm empty when it's gone?

I'm out of stories when it's been given away

This place is not my home

Why should I put it here?

It's hard to tell the truth

It's practically erased

Eyes 'round my plastic face

I give these thoughts away to someone I just met today

I'm a hypocrite for what I say

I preach self love, but I can't self embrace

I can't just let it stay this way

But I don't feel like I can change

Forgive me for what I say

I don't mean anything

These false abstractions I create

Melt away

Does it really matter what I say?

Does it really matter what I say?

Does it really matter what I say?

Does it really matter what I say?

Does it really matter what I-?

"I know I can help you through this pain

But I'm scared I'll hear the words I say

The answer's right in front of my face

But I can't be replaced"

Does it really matter what I-?

("I know I can help you through this pain")

Ideal is a TV screen

Myself ripped outside of me

Stuck inside my escapism dream

("But I'm scared I'll hear the words I say")

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

(Does it really matter what I-?)

I say these terribly outlandish things

("The answer's right in front of my face")

To kind of, explain feelings that I can't say

It's too hard just to articulate

But I feel like I'm a pipe dream

("I know I'm wrong")

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

I feel like I'm a pipe dream

(Does it really matter what I-?)

("I know I can help you through this pain")

Ideal is a TV screen

Myself ripped outside of me

Stuck inside my escapism dream

("But I'm scared I'll hear the words I say")

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

(Does it really matter what I-?)

I say these terribly outlandish things

("The answer's right in front of my face")

To kind of, explain feelings that I can't say

It's too hard just to articulate

But I feel like I'm a pipe dream

("I know I'm wrong")

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

I feel like I'm a pipe dream

(Does it really matter what I-?)

("I know I can help you through this pain")

Ideal is a TV screen

(Forgive me for what I say)

Myself ripped outside of me

Stuck inside my escapism dream

("But I'm scared I'll hear the words I say")

(I don't mean anything)

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

(Does it really matter what I-?)

I say these terribly outlandish things

("The answer's right in front of my face")

To kind of, explain feelings that I can't say

(These false abstractions I create)

It's too hard just to articulate

But I feel like I'm a pipe dream

(Melt away)

("I know I'm wrong")

These plastic flowers help me feel complete

I feel like I'm a hypocrite, I'm stuck inside my body

(Does it really matter what I-?)

Ideal is a TV screen