Full of destructive insincerity I'm blinded by comfort but somewhere - sometime - there just has to be a limit.
You can't buy good habits when you fill the same pockets. / We've all been young. Jealous of everything. Detached by our youth. / Carbon copied but repackaged it's a beautiful disguise.
Soft focus on the hardest of times & those lips'll sell what you can't afford. Full fat body of the thinnest of lies & those hips'll sell a world that was never hers. / Re-touched but never enough. Re-touched but never - never ever enough.
I know we wanna kiss those lips but we forget the issues. We'll pick up the bills but never the misused.