Gold confetti in the gutter

Smiles drawn in quiet blur

Told myself I had to shimmer

To be seen, to feel assured

Chasing light in perfect poses

Every frame a brittle shell

But reflections crack the closest

To the truths I never tell

And I waved to the crowd

But I was never really there

It’s a glass parade, all mirrors and masks

Telling stories no one asks

Walking tall on paper legs

Til one breath shakes the stage

Still I dance, still I play

In the ruins of the day

It’s a glass parade

And I’ve learned how to stay

Threaded tight in quiet hunger

For a kind of weightless grace

But the cost of every sparkle

Is forgetting your own face

Is it strength or just a script?

When you smile and never slip

But I’ve seen the cracks glow brighter

When they’re not trying to be fixed

It’s a glass parade, all shine and strain

Spinning in the softest pain

But maybe that’s okay

To not be whole and stay

I won’t fade, I won’t bend

Just learn how to pretend

It’s a glass parade

But I’m still here in the end