I wake up every morning in this story where i'm seven people.
Seven different faces that I throw on like their outfits
But then sometimes, I can help it, one just wraps itself around me
And I talk a little different, not like a crazy, more a puppet.
Well hello, how are you doing, how's your day been, oh i'm lovely,
Thanks for asking, have a good one, let's stay in touch like we keep saying...
And here's all of us holding on
Between the person that you are and the way that you talk.
Here's all of us holding on, yeah we try our best keep up
With the things that we want.
Come and look at my collection, that last face was for the passing,
This one here is for my brother, this one, people who don't listen .
Oh and this one, it's my favorite, it's when I talk a different language,
Different lenses, different fabric, make a person change so drastic.
And here's all of us holding on
Between the person that you are and the way that you talk.
Here's all of us holding on, yea we try our best keep up
With the things that we want.
Try to picture your own voice, the way that you talk to yourself.
Think of all of the people who wouldn't believe it's you they've been
Talking to 'cause they need you to be more like the way that they picture you
And here's all of us holding on
Between the person that you are and the way that you talk.
Here's all of us holding on, yea we try our best keep up
With the things that we want.
I walk on through my places with my faces and my situations,
Phony like a facelift for the masses, for the tasteless
But for those who really listen I am myself, yes i'm maskless
With no lens, fabric, or plastic to cover up or come between us.