A False Sense of Progress
No matter the ribbon or trimmings, it's just a package
A little something from you to me. tongue in cheek sweet irony
Sprinkle glitter, hide the rips and the tears, can't make that smile match
You know what's coming next. used 'till your final breath.
And that's the way that it is
A false sense of progress
What's a little self-degradation to get the job?
What's giving in, what's giving out, what gets you off?
Never matter the situation, you've the tools for the task
Mirror, mirror got a crooked smile
Watch the eyelids drop
Writer/s: Heel Turn
