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Paper Smiles on Sunday - Psychedelic Pop

#Psychedelic Pop #Paper Smiles on Sunday Sunday shoes on a Monday face Clock ticks loud in a quiet place Mother’s laugh like a painted wall Pretty, but it’s not real at all Father’s voice from another room Smells like smoke and afternoon I learned early how not to cry Folded my tears, let them pass me by They say, “Childhood’s golden, don’t you know?” But gold can crack when it’s spread too thin I grew up on paper smiles And broken toys that learned to lie Love was whispered, never shown A house full of people, still alone If this is how the story starts No wonder I’ve got borrowed hearts Birthday cake with a missing slice Candles burned down much too nice Photographs say we were fine But the truth stayed out of frame every time Schoolyard dreams in a pocket hole Trying to feel like a normal soul Everyone else learned how to play I learned how to fade away They say, “Time heals all the scars you hide” But some just hum when the lights go low I grew up on paper smiles And promises that wouldn’t stay Kisses cold like winter air Love was there but never fair If this is how the story starts No wonder I’ve got borrowed hearts La-la-la, the walls still talk La-la-la, I learned to walk On eggshell floors, in borrowed skin Smiling wide so no one wins I grew up on paper smiles Drawn in ink that washed away I’m still looking for a sound That feels like home, that stays around If this is how the story ends I’ll raise myself and call it “then” Sunday shoes, I finally ran From the child they called a man Paper smiles, let them burn Some lessons hurt, but some return