Lyrics
Big picture's kinda blurry
Subject's out of the frame
Colors are over saturated
Don't you think it's kinda funny
How every channel's the same
Signal's a little bit distorted
Reality is so cliché
Naivety is so hot
Like a helmet made of sand
Against a brick wall
This is gunna hurt
Whether you believe it or not
The spot on a broken record
Always comes back around
Another wasted chance to think about it
There's no more room in the brain
When every thought spills out
I must be better off without it
Reality is so cliché
Naivety is so hot right now
Like a helmet made of sand
Against a brick wall
This is gunna hurt
Whether you believe it or not
Reality is so cliché
Naivety is so hot (so hot)
Like a helmet made of sand
Against a brick wall
This is gunna hurt
Whether you believe it or not