I still think to take pictures.
To be reminded of what we used to look like.
I'm tired of waking up once a month,
In the emergency room with a new face.
We've been chasing our pasts for far too long,
Down what seem to be endless hallways.
This day and age it's hard to be [bad word] honest with ourselves.
I'm too scared to admit that I have a disease.
I've broken every mirror that's ever lied to me.
Honest. Honest.
Honest. Honest.
Honest. Honest.