[Intro]
...yeah...
[Hook]
This life's a travesty dressed in my skin
A cruel little joke that I keep living in
I smile for the photos but the lens sees the sin
Of a man who outlived everything he believed in
What a travesty
What a beautiful travesty
The art of pretending that the fractures don't bleed
When every step forward is a step towards defeat
[Verse 1]
The alarm clock screams but I negotiate peace
With the version of me that don't want to release
The grip on the pillow, the grip on the past
The grip on the lie that this pain's gonna pass
I drag myself vertical, practice the grin
The one that says "winner" when I'm rotting within
Coffee tastes like copper, the news feels like static
Another day starring in my own private attic
Where the walls know the truth and the floor knows the weight
Of a body still moving but the soul's running late
To an appointment with peace that it already missed
I'm the opening act for a show that don't exist
[Hook]
This life's a travesty dressed in my skin
A cruel little joke that I keep living in
I smile for the photos but the lens sees the sin
Of a man who outlived everything he believed in
What a travesty
What a beautiful travesty
The art of pretending that the fractures don't bleed
When every step forward is a step towards defeat
[Verse 2]
I used to write futures in the lines of my palm
Now the ink's all faded and the future's a con
They say "you're resilient" like it's some kind of win
But resilient just means you can suffer and grin
Through the meetings, the deadlines, the "how's the new place?"
While the new place is hell with a different name
I nod at the right times, I laugh at the cues
But inside I'm conducting a funeral for who
I thought I would become when the world was still kind
Before it showed me the teeth and the teeth didn't mind
Tearing through every blueprint I drew in the sand
Now I'm just the cautionary tale in the stand
[Bridge]
And the worst part ain't dying
The worst part is staying
And having to watch as the colors keep graying
Till the only thing vivid is the memory of light
And even that flickers like it's saying goodnight
To the boy in the photographs who still had a fight
Left in him...
Left in him...
[Hook]
This life's a travesty dressed in my skin
A cruel little joke that I keep living in
I smile for the photos but the lens sees the sin
Of a man who outlived everything he believed in
What a travesty
What a beautiful travesty
The art of pretending that the fractures don't bleed
When every step forward is a step towards defeat
[Outro]
What a travesty...
What a beautiful travesty...
I became the joke...
That I swore I'd never be...
Yeah...