Cake Video (MV)

You've got the cards and you're waiting to fold
But even the peaches have started to mold
And I'm black and blue like the bruise on the peach
Wish it didn't feel so familiar to me
Drove to the lake where I thought I might drown
Drown out the thoughts that were weighing me down
But all of my critics, they float to the top
And all I can see are their heads as they bob
Your hands are sticky with cake
But I baked it
Evidence is all on your face
Validation, validation
I'm keeping score of the words that are kind
Proverbial plaques on the walls of my mind
But I look for signs in the gleam of your eyes
And I am ashamed to be yours, and not mine
Your hands are sticky with cake
But I baked it
Evidence is all on your face
Validation, validation
I dip my hand in obscurity
You try to reel it on back
The darker the water, the deeper it goes
So take me on into the black
So take me on into the black
So take me on into the black
So take me on into the black....