VERSE 1 (Crucifix)
It’s all picture perfect until the love is gone and your world has been ripped in half. Cuz you don’t really know what’s going on behind the smiles in a photograph. I see you got married just the other day, Congratulations... is what I’m supposed to say. It felt a little soon to me, you throwing that bouquet but it’s all a memory now, whatever takes the pain away. Just know I cried too, thinking about the things that we both been through. You trying to hurt me, me trying to hurt you, I wanna Control-Z but I can’t undo all the pain and lies that broke us, in tiny doses. Tried our best but you and I were hopeless, just trading coldness like we’re both walking around in comas praying the other one would end it. This shit ain’t what we intended, I’m just so sick of pretending. Some days I’m sorry, some days I’m angry, some days I just don’t have the fucking patience to sit and argue with crazy and it’s crazy...

HOOK
It’s all picture perfect until the love is gone and your world has been ripped in half. Cuz you don’t really know what’s going on behind the smiles in a photograph. You can fake a smile for a photo and show the whole world your happy life. Try to drag your heart where it won’t go and still cry yourself to sleep at night. Sometimes a picture paints a thousand lies and it’s a picture that we hide behind. A snapshot on a moment you’ll remember for the pain trying to frame it as a happy life.

VERSE 2 (Hard Target)
It’s all out of focus, out of focus. Smile enough then pray that God will notice, God will notice. Find your moment a defining closing when you and I controlled it. Why are you and I opponents and you deny the notion? Well shit, I’ve tried to mend your older wounds, you fight when no one’s holding you. Your smile is just distracting the fact that you’re still emotional and nothing seems to set us straight. We need to go our separate ways. I know you’d like to sit and talk but I’ve got nothing left to say. I’m fucking done! I’m fucking done! Let’s see how deep our love would run, our love would run. You can tell the world your happy but behind that door you’ve come undone. You can try to filter out that pain but you know it’s only a cover-up. It seems there’s nothing gonna change about us, ain’t no other way around it. I just go insane around you, yet you still complain about it. Why are you still hanging on with your picture perfect life and the lies you use in the frame around it?

HOOK
It’s all picture perfect until the love is gone and your world has been ripped in half. Cuz you don’t really know what’s going on behind the smiles in a photograph. You can fake a smile for a photo and show the whole world your happy life. Try to drag your heart where it won’t go and still cry yourself to sleep at night. Sometimes a picture paints a thousand lies and it’s a picture that we hide behind. A snapshot on a moment you’ll remember for the pain trying to frame it as a happy life.