LYRICS--
maybe if I paint it white
no one will notice when
the birds shit on the finish
and I'm sure that's what it is
well, what else could it be?
but it spreads out from the inside instead

and you say:

"it's the first coat of paint
from before you were told
that you can't say that,
that you have to grow old
and it made all the colors
that you paint your faces from
...scrape them off for me"

maybe if I let it rust
no one will notice when
the mud sticks to the finish
and I'm sure that's what it is
well, what else could it be?
but it seems to be a window looking deeper

and you say:

"it's the first coat of paint
from before you were told
that you can't say that,
that you have to grow old
and it created all the flaws
that you wear like jewelry
and that first coat of paint
was the day you gave in
and the other coats came
from the states you were in
when you couldn't find yourself
so you masked your face in colors
...scrape them off for me
just let me see
breathe in real deep
just let me see"

this is me
oh, this is me