Airbrush
I adjust
So this is what love
Looks like for us
Disconnect
From imperfect
We’re all dangerously out of our depth
She’s so pristine
Made for me
Not made for each other
Cut deeper than a knife
You’re make believe
And better than real life
Crystalline
Truth defied
Who meets these demands of mine
Not a soul alive
Delicate
Sweetly shook
You won’t feel a thing as you take your final look