Paint yourself in a broken portrait Fill the lines with tears and blood Expose all the genitals that make you hate your body Use the skyline as your soul Don't expect another useless frame Use the border as a shield from the world today But things are not always as bad as what they seem Paint a stroke from every exhale while you're counting sheep Use the facade of a picket fence to drown your sorrow Expectations look up to a brighter future Leave the second guessing to the man in the mirror Wishing he had everything you ever dreamed of Don't expect another paycheck in the mail Don't expect your life to go the way you want Don't expect your love to stay forever Make room for the man ♪ You'll go when you're ready You'll go when you're ready