The guitar sounds menacing
The chord is a minor
Because joy's not black and white, subway tile in a diner
It's complicated, a journey to be taken
And true joy can only come when you realize you're faking
But some days I wake up and I put on my mask
Because it'd be selfish if I acted tired in class
Or not present with people, or at the end of my rope
But the mask exudes patience, confidence, and hope
It's not real and I'm exhausted, some days I can't do it
And then I feel inadequate because I'm going through it
But I've got people who need me, they're counting on me still
So I get out of bed, go outside for the thrill
And I, need your eye
Does the mask look good in this light
I, need your eye
Does the confidence look real from behind
And I, need your eye
Does the mask look good in this light
I, need your eye
Does the confidence look real from behind