Paint Me in Gold

Don’t put me on your pedestal

I don’t need that drug you’re dealing

The things we know we don’t really know

I don’t want that empty feeling

I don't know but I know that it’s tearing up my soul

Falling short, livin' up to the image that you hold

(Image that you hold)

Don’t paint me in gold

Don't colour me white

I’m a good man, but I’m not a saint

Tell me I’m wrong

Truth is I’m right

It’s not perfect, but I’m not ashamed

You see one half of my highs and lows

But I know looks can be deceiving

Perfect's not real, it’s unattainable

But maybe real is not appealing

I don't know but I know that it’s tearing up my soul

Falling short, livin' up to the image that you hold

(Image that you hold)

Don’t paint me in gold

Don't colour me white

I’m a good man, but I’m not a saint

Tell me I’m wrong

Truth is I’m right

It’s not perfect, but I’m not ashamed

Don’t paint me in gold

Don’t paint me in gold

Feeling like I’m hollow

I might feel this way tomorrow

Don’t paint me in gold

Don't colour me white

I’m a good man, but I’m not a saint

Tell me I’m wrong

Truth is I’m right

It’s not perfect, but I’m not ashamed

Don’t paint me in gold

Don’t paint me in gold