Reality - lewloh, Joie Tan

I studied reality religiously

Sunday, all day I hear them preach

Fix themselves with a simple touch

But just break and fall when it’s too much

They say I swear too much

All I swear is my love to you

They say there’s too much make up

All I make up’s what I broke with you

They say don’t tell your stories out loud

But that’s what makes them true

Will you be my muse?

Will you be my

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

I lose myself in a maze of trust

Dead ends with walls that smell of rust

Yellow gifts were tools, let’s screw it all

We’ll pass this test then we can finally grow up

They say I swear too much

All I swear is my love to you

They say there’s too much make up

All I make up’s what I broke with you

They say don’t tell your stories out loud

But that’s what makes them true

Will you be my muse?

Will you be my

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

They say I swear too much

All I swear is my love to you

They say there’s too much make up

All I make up’s what I broke with you

They say don’t tell your stories out loud

But that’s what makes them true

Will you be my muse?

Will you be my…