standing there in the cold bathroom tiles at 6am, the faucet dripping….this song is called Wrinkles

I trace the scar between your eyes, I barely [music and singing] notice now. Every mark's a moment you survived somehow. You fake a smile, test the fit. Maybe this is it. But it feels like wearing hand-me-downs. I chew out gum, >> [music] >> breathe out on the glass, and clouds are fast. [singing] I draw what I hope I'll feel. [music] A smile, but it isn't real.