Funny Faces

About this morning,
Under an asphalt sky
I know you don't believe me
And I can't see why
You can't turn it around
Get out of this upside down
And embrace the blue sky
Get a load of this bright blue sky...

And she says, "I know he barely talks to me'
But you should see us alone,
he looks right through me,
right through to my soul"
And that's the newest tragedy,
Fixing on a vacant stare,
Lame suburban poetry,
About some ape who won't care

Pre-chorus
Grown tired of sixty bottles
Fall asleep in the bottom and
wait for rain
But the broken sunrise

chorus
So let me in,
I can't see your eyes,
This broken down sign,
This sunrise.
This tragic end,
This ruthless light,
A lonley smile,
This sunrise.

"It's not like he hits me",
she says with constructed bliss.
She doesn't even realize,
some blows aren't struck with fists.
So now it's coll to see,
Love's worst lies in wait.
Does it make it less real?
When love comes with hate.

Pre-chorus
chorus

Don't fear to be ashamed,
Don't try to be real,
Just shut down the things that matter,
And make faces while I appeal,
Funny faces while I appeal (repeat)