Seeming stripped of all the faults that you've a**essed
You're possessed to impress
Jilted facades are a losing game at best
Your shadowed face, scattered hands, timid shrugs still displaced
Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete
You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat
Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat
Broken mirror shards layed out and rearranged
Still the same, just reframed
Inverse reflection you're expecting to receive
But when you seek, doesn't ring, any bells so to speak
Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete
You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat
Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat