I'm just a stone's throw away
Depending on your arm's length
The paintings that she makes
Are only meant to decorate
You can be honest
This is just a phase
The truth hit me hardest
But they meant it in the nicest way
But she still wonders
Where is the good stuff
Where are the secrets
Is there some magic left in these little creatures
Overestimate uniqueness
I'm sure we're all prone to
Most people seem decent
Until they turn on you
Ladyboy
Relaxing in the shade
Seek and destroy
Everything you've made
In the next edition
They made sure that all subtext was hidden
All subjects so plain, we're made indifferent
Preparing us to spend a life imprisoned
All our problems boil down into a point
Flip a switch and there goes our guiding light
Your words filled me with hope
Now they just sound like noise
Holding a bottle
Never had a choice
But she still wonders
Where is the good stuff
Where are the secrets
Is there some magic left in these little creatures