Beauty Into Clichés

[Verse 1]

Oh, how I feel for the sky

Overused by poetry and rhymes

It's in the sentence that follows

"We stayed up all night"

Oh, shouldn't it concern me

That we shrink beauty to fit in our minds?

Don't have to listen to the whole song

To know what's in the third line

[Chorus]

Tell me should I feel right, tell me should I feel fine

About tossing the meaning for the sake of the rhyme

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

[Verse 2]

Oh, how I feel for the lonely girl

Quickly made into a woman by the world

They combed sense through her hair

Straightening out her curls

While you're waiting for someone to see you

You make fast friends with abuse

And you'll do just about anything it tells you to

[Chorus 2]

But I'll never feel right, I'll never feel fine

About shaping the meaning to fit in the rhyme

Changing the human into what sells and buys

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

[Bridge]

It's never, ever so alphabetical

You go out of order and they call you heretical

And you just said what nobody had time to hear

Pretending the truth isn't explicit

Won't censor the people affected by it

It's like the first time you ever heard real music in your ears

[Chorus 3]

It'll never be enough, it'll never measure up

Turning the depth of the ocean to the size of a cup

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

It'll never make sense, if you make sense of it

All the things that make you cry out of happiness

But some things are just better left unexplained

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?