The Milk Carton Kids — About the Size of a Pixel

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I’m glued to the glow
Like a fly to a trap
Don’t know when I’ll be coming back
I could never tell
If the voice in my head is real

Painted colors dry like they’re old
Endless images bought and then sold
Called myself a name
That carries no shame

Hurry back
Bit by bit
You will crave my counterfeit
This story’s true
It’s just for you

Little wants have their own precious ways
Sunny Sundays are lonesome days
Magnifying dreams
So that nothing is as it seems

She casts her eye to the side with a doubt
Little sighs, let the big boy out
To the world I’ll bare my soul
About the size of a pixel