Paint Me in Gold

Don’t put me on your pedestal
I don’t need that drug you are dealing
The things we know
We don’t really know
I don’t want that empty feeling
I don’t know but I know
That it’s tearing up my soul
Falling short living up to the image that you hold
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t colour me white
I’m a good man
But I’m not ashamed
Tell me I’m wrong
Truth is I am right
It’s not perfect but I’m not ashamed
You see one half of my highs and lows
But I know looks can be deceiving
Perfect is not real, it’s not attainable
But maybe real is not appealing
I don’t know but I know
That it’s tearing up my soul
Falling short living up to the image that you hold
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t colour me white
I’m a good man
But I’m not ashamed
Tell me I’m wrong
Truth is I am right
It’s not prfect but I’m not ashamed
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t paint m in gold
Feeling like I’m hallow
I might feel this way tomorrow
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t colour me white
I’m a good man
But I’m not ashamed
Tell me I’m wrong
Truth is I am right
It’s not perfect but I’m not ashamed
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t paint me in gold