The Clothes That You Wear

They say that the clothes that you wear
Say so much about you
That walk and the light in your hair
They tell your story
But we know love isn't a given
And we put these rags on
And what does good fortune disguise
Is is hell or heaven in those eyes?

Turns out life's just a cliché
In every style and size
The seasons go round just the same
Full of trite surprises
And everything's just what it seems
No, there's nothing hidden at all

And who, who would you be
If you could be anyone
Don the mask of a Snapchat selfie
Pretending to be twenty one
The Romans had bread, they had circuses
We have in-app purchases
Smart watches and AI
If you dare to look up
You'll see the sky

Turns out life's just a cliché
In every style and size
The seasons go round just the same
Full of trite surprises
And everything's just what it seems
No, there's nothing missing at all

One day you'll open the door
And right there in front of you
Will be the one who wins you
And then what will you do?
"How could I ever leave you?"
"How could you do those things to me?"
On and on, love goes on
Everywhere we know what goes on,
We know

And it t urns out life's just a cliché
In every style and size
The seasons go round just the same
Full of trite surprises
And everything's just as it seems
No, there's nothing hidden at all

And so we may yet know the truth
Or it's buried with you
Free from all errors and blame
Cold ashes from the flames
What kind of cat had your tongue
What weasel ate your words
Sad animals in costume
They like it really, so I've heard




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