I'll take you over to the view with the extra
And learn about the simple words we use as deflections
From afar it's senseless
Though up close invested
Penny pinching every moment for validation
In paper town they get wrapped up in the round
Looking like lakes streams pixelate form the clouds as the fall to the ground pitch perfect out of bounds through the rotten tattered angles on broken fences
In my eyes my disguise is letting it go
In my mind I've got one more ego to go
In paper town they've got mache on their brow and they curate paper clouds to use as shrouds for hiding their glasses and all their complexes grounding their sounds in available spaces
In my eyes my disguise is letting it go
In my mind I've got one more ego to go.