Ornamented -

Babe

You’re trying to sound bold

Your talk is getting old

But your eyes keep telling me things

I wish you never said

You call that standing tall

You’re making me feel small

But the smaller I become

The easier I get inside

Foward

Keep pushing me foward

Late

The night is getting cold

You won’t turn up to gold

And your body can’t deny

the things that you never said

You call that being small

You’re sounding so banal

And the smaller you become

the easier I shake your pride

No fire burns inside your eyes

Your words are only lies

You’re just so ornamented

Nothing inside

No fire burns inside your eyes

Your words are only lies

You’re just so ornamented

Nothing inside

No fire burns inside your eyes

Your words are only lies

You’re just so ornamented

Nothing inside