Reality

I studied reality religiously Sunday, all day I hear them preach Fix themselves with a simple touch But just break and fall when it's too much They say I swear too much All I swear is my love to you They say there's too much make up All I make up's what I broke with you They say don't tell your stories out loud But that's what makes them true Will you be my muse Will you be my Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh I lose myself in a maze of trust Dead ends with walls that smell of rust Yellow gifts were tools, let's screw it all We'll pass this test then we can finally grow up They say I swear too much All I swear is my love to you They say there's too much make up All I make up's what I broke with you They say don't tell your stories out loud But that's what makes them true Will you be my muse Will you be my Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh They say I swear too much All I swear is my love to you They say there's too much make up All I make up's what I broke with you They say don't tell your stories out loud But that's what makes them true Will you be my muse Will you be my