Meg And Dia - The Last Great Star In Hollywood Lyrics

I've got my same old nose
And no cheekbones
I've got my stomach rolls
Rather bare wardrobe

They've got seven floors
One on the east coast
Why they grin so wide
They've got their visions no one knows

I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
Is a fake from whats inside

My teeth are yellow stars
Sleeping in my jaws
While their lips enlarged
In a constant pout

They're the types of girls
Who hide their wedding rings
If it doesn't match their clothes

They've got their visions no one knows
And why we're patient no one knows

I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
Is a fake from whats inside

Learn to let go of tired skin
It's just a fence to hold me in
I ask for a closing statement
I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into
We're the most modern machines
Under our masks not what we seem
We must not sleep underneath
The slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs

I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
Is a fake from whats inside

On the brightside
Got my hair cut short
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
Is a fake from whats inside

I've my same old nose
and no cheekbones
(I think I'm on the brightside)
My teeth are yellow stars
Sleeping in my jaws
(I think I'm on the brightside)
They've got seven floors
One on the east coast
(I think I'm on the brightside)
They're the types of girls
Who hide their wedding rings
(I think I'm on the brightside)