Fading Signals

Lip gloss, black jeans,

2 a.m.

Tell the same joke,

make them laugh again.

Everybody says I'm such a good time,

Nobody asks what's going on in my mind.

Bathroom mirror and a fluorescent light,

Practice my smile till I get it right.

Someone says, “Girl, you look so happy.” Funny how the truth can

sound so crappy.

And I say,

“I'm good,” Like I always do.

Got a thousand little secrets And a pretty good excuse.

I'm so pretty when I lie,

lie, lie, Got a little bit of glitter in my bloodshot eyes.

Say I'm doing great,

yeah, I'm feeling alive,

I'm the life of the party till I get home at night.

Oh, I laugh, laugh,

laugh till it hurts inside,

Paint the whole damn world in a pretty pink lie.

If you wanna know me,

better look twice— I'm so pretty when I lie.

I'm everyone's favorite emergency contact,

Give the best advice that I never take back.

Tell my best friend that her ex is a clown,

Then make the same mistakes when nobody's around.

Got a full closet and an empty afternoon,

Dancing in my bedroom to a song I outgrew.

I make being broken look incredibly fun— Guess I learned a few

things from everyone. What if I stop being funny?

What if I don't know what to say?

What if you see the girl behind the glitter

And decide to walk away?

Would you stay through the silence?

Would you sit

through the rain?

Would you love me on the days I can't pretend I'm okay?

I'm so tired of the lie,

lie, lie, Of the glitter and the jokes and the “I'm alright.”

You can keep the perfect picture,

keep the alibi— I don't wanna be pretty just to get by.

Let me laugh, let me cry,

let me change my mind,

Let me be a little messy,

let me take my time.

If you wanna know me,

don't just look at my eyes— I'm more than the girl who's

pretty when she lies.

Lip gloss, black jeans,

2 a.m. Maybe tomorrow I'll try

again. No more practicing my smile tonight.

Maybe

I don't have to get

it right.