This is just a corrected more complete version of the one posted before this.
On a string I was held the way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway wave my hands kick my legs
And it's always right with the music
(Until all that swinging starts to make you sick)
For a song I was bought, now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue card
Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well rehearsed
So give me all your pity and your money now, all of it
(We used to think that sound was something pure)
If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've been placed
Then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of sounding fake
Now all that anyone's listening for are the mistakes
(I'm sorry!)No it's okay, it's okay. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3!
In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt
And watch rooftops weep for the sunlight
And I know what must change, fuck my face, fuck my name
They are brief and false advertisements
For a soul I don't have something true I have lacked
And spent my whole life trying to make up for
But I found in a song and in the people I love
They will lift me up out of darkness
Now my door it stands open
I am inviting everyone in
We're laugh we're drink until the morning comes
That is what we are gonna do!