Poor Fake - Kelsey Lu

Don’t matter where you hide

It’ll catch right up to you

You can try to resist the feeling

Slip the canvas in my blues

When the water starts boiling over

Start second-guessing yourself

Like, «Is it me, can they give you something

That might just be missing?»

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?

Like a moth to the flame, you held it

When their attention swayed, lust ruled it

Through the halls of your fog

I want you to find me, masterpiecin'

From the forgeries of fools

I’ve cut my hands on a thousand pieces

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?

As I stare into its frame, slowly approaching

At first glance, this is the finest painting I’ve ever laid eyes on

As they all say, it truly is one of a kind

I lift my magnifying glass to its smooth lines

Taking a closer look, inspection is key

What do we have here?

Could this be a forgery?

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?

Listen

Is this real or just a poor fake?