Glass Hands by The Best of the Worst Lyrics

Curate your life for the masses / But don’t let anyone in
Build this facade of perfection / While it keeps on crumbling
Continue to amplify the void / Is anybody listening?
Contradict ideals you’ve employed / I don’t fucking get it

It may be comfortable to stay inside your fishbowl
Put in place piece by piece, row by row
None of it is real, you’re fucking lost, searching for a soul
Leaning on validation from people that you don’t even know
But none of it is real, you’re fucking lost, searching for a soul
Leaning on validation from people that you don’t even know

So let’s pick up all the pieces / As they crumble in your life
You’re collecting all the points now / I’m just trying to get by
And in ten years will you remember / All the moments that passed by?
Put it all down / Convince the world that you’re alive

Curate your life for the masses / But don’t let anyone in
Build this facade of perfection / While it keeps on crumbling
Continue to amplify the void / Is anybody listening?
Contradict ideals you’ve employed / I don’t fucking get it
Hashtag wisdom lacks any form of substance
Living your life as if it's going to be scored
True freedom lies in forging your own path, out there on your own
Turning your back on all the crutches that you’ve known

Why do we feel so god damn empty on the inside?