STRUM (2004 unreleased)

It will be so perfect, I say
Too beautiful for words
It will be... so perfect I say

My words are stupid, worthless, merely so much noise
I want to cover up the wall
Good things really never run the first time through
Adapted for our latest ploy
A pantomime of feeling good good good !
And waving as the smile's just in
But really I have never cared less in my life
To ever smile again

I sit before the mirror white and draw my red eyes black
My head is full of everyone you ever knew
Reflected, tired and cracked

My act is empty, hopeless, only so much (fluff)
A show to cover up the stage
Before it's wrong to satisfy another you in
Acting out this tired charade
A pantomime of feeling good good good good good !
Drowning as the smile drips down
But really I have never cared less in my life
If it ever turns around

I sit before the mirror cold and paint my black mouth red
Your head is full of everyone I ever knew
Reflected, old and dead

Could still be perfect, you say
Too beautiful for words
It will still…
Be perfect...
Yeah