RUBBERFACE

RUBBERFACE

Rubberface

What you are

Can't be what u can't see

Show only to conceal

You rubberface

All you are now

You mimic what you steal

Prove to me you're real

Silly words and foolery

Wrap around your head

You twist them off like bubble gum

And stick them on my bed

And it's getting late

I'm so tired of counting shapes

Want to wash off every shade

Mmh

Who are you when no one's there

An empty shell with wallpaper

It's crumbling

And it's getting late

I'd much rather feel the pain

Than to have to play these games