The liar, the poet, the showman 

Verse 1
Give me the dirt and grime anyway
That’s where the good stuff is
Not the polished facade 
The brochures are nice and convincing
I feel the desperation in your touch
When everything inside is conflicting

Chorus
It’s hard to stay hopeful in a world of hypocrites
It’s hard to stay humble in a ring of self promotion.
Below the surface it’s all so counterfeit 
So Let’s watch the collision in slow motion 

Verse 2
I want to find the beauty in the mundane
The art of everyday
So etch my name in your arm
With that rusty tin can
Maybe we will both feel something
That’s not sold on an installment plan

Bridge
And in the quest for immortality
We invented the ghost story
life’s beautiful because it ends 
I still tend to over extend