Ugly Things

What’s ugly to you is beautiful to me
Inside its mortal husk is the beauty you can’t see
The stain in your view is art to me
You can hide it away but it will always break free
They pump their soundtracks through the vents
They lace the air with fragrant scents
Rows and rows of plastic trees
Planted to put your mind at ease
A perfect face turns you to stone
A longing glance freezes the bone
It’s perfect teeth break through the skin
As a wave of consumption floods within
The ugly things
Don’t feel the need to tell you lies
The ugly things
Are stronger when they’re pushed aside
The ugly things
When you look away is when they thrive
The ugly things
Are happy just to be alive
It’s noise to you, it’s not noise to me
With every broken refrain bends a fractured melody
You measure it by how much it gains
Measure his crooked fingers
They strum the chords that break the chains
It feels contrived and it feels staged
Color corrected to hide the rage
Picture perfect like the brochure
On a pamphlet slipped under the door
Pleasure comes and then it’s gone
Your mental state sold for a song
On a hamster wheel jogging your feet
A race to perfection with no release
The ugly things
Don’t feel the need to tell you lies
The ugly things
Are stronger when they’re pushed aside
The ugly things
When you look away is when they thrive
The ugly things
Are happy just to be alive
The ugly things
Don’t feel the need to tell you lies
The ugly things
Are stronger when they’re pushed aside
The ugly things
When you look away is when they thrive
The ugly things
Are happy just to be alive