Fake Flowers

[Chorus]
Fake flowers
Made to be
Just like the real thing
And they sit
On the mantlepiece
And thats not quite like the real thing

[Verse 1]
A child stares at a finger
But not what it is pointing
Invisible lines are all around us
Is the truth too disappointing for us?

Lives stretched over frames they don't quite fit
Well I'm ripping at the edges when my seams begin to split with these

[Chorus]
Fake flowers
Made to be
Just like the real thing
And they sit
On the mantlepiece
And thats not quite like the real thing

[Verse 2]
The maladapted brain of mine
Writes narratives
To justify choices I have
Well how can free will exist
If mind is made of matter
And matter makes our minds
I am trapped in this cause and effect storyline

[Chorus]
Fake flowers
Made to be
Just like the real thing
And they sit
On the mantlepiece
And thats not quite like the real thing
They sit
On the mantlepiece
And thats not quite like the real thing