Living in a fake reality
Twisted out of shape
Looking through distorted eyes
His to manipulate
I got too much soul
To be bound by flesh and bone
Tired of your sugar coated lies, I can taste your dishonesty
I can taste your dishonesty
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Isn't it an irony
Holding on to broken seams
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
They don't feel the same to me
Just like waves, you change direction
Like a storm, you cloud my mind
Was I a fool to let you break down my walls
I was looking for someone I could call home
These bedsheets tell lies
Oh we don't see eye to eye
Let me show you lips
That you will never kiss
No we don't see eye to eye
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Isn't it an irony
Holding on to broken seams
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
They don't feel the same to me
No we don't see eye to eye
No we don't see eye to eye
No we don't see eye to eye
No we don't see eye to eye
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Isn't it an irony
Holding on to broken seams
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Isn't it an irony
Holding on to broken seams
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same
Those sweeter days
They don't feel the same