Well I was searching for my healing in the landfill that would only break me more
I was playing the same chords
And I was granting my most precious gems in hopes to find a healing in their scars
I have yet to find the art

I was searching in a landfill for authenticity
I was smelling plastic roses expecting something sweet
Well I was searching in a landfill for authenticity
And I was smelling plastic roses expecting something sweet