You bit your tongue but don't choke on it
A sore thumb that I don't notice
And I can see right through you
I can see right through
I read you like a picture book
It's pages black and white
Complex beings I don't think so
And I can see right through
You blot out the skies with great glass totems
Of self-indulgence to divert wandering eyes
The reason they lost faith in us you're the reason they gave up
And if you're the missing piece then we don't wanna be complete
You blot out the skies with great glass totems
Of self-indulgence to divert wandering eyes