Plastic Parade

(Intro – crooked smile, soft clap patterns)

Fake it, fake it…

Everybody’s fakin’, but we call it “livin’, baby.”

(Verse 1)

Woke up feeling sideways, life’s a tilted lemonade,

Sugar on the surface but it stings you anyway.

Scrolling through perfection like it’s something I should chase,

But every filtered moment leaves a fingerprint out of place.

Mirror’s talking loud again, says I should “glow” or disappear—

But I’m tired of acting flawless just to make the world cheer.

(Pre-Chorus)

Yeah, the crowd wants shiny stories,

But I’m done with glitter lies—

So if I crack, just know I meant to,

It’s my truth in disguise.

(Chorus – loud, chanty, triumphant)

Put on my plastic parade—

Smile big while the world throws shade.

Laugh at the chaos like it’s all okay,

Clap your hands as the masks all fade.

I’m not perfect, I’m not polished,

But I’m brighter unafraid—

So watch me dance through the wreckage

In my plastic, plastic parade.

(Verse 2)

Everyone’s a movie star pretending they don’t sweat,

But the spotlight burns a little when you’re trying to forget.

I stitched my broken moments into something I could wear,

Turned every flaw into a banner flapping through the heavy air.

Yeah, the world keeps spinning faster, but I’m learning how to stay—

With a crooked grin and chaos humming like a song I’ll never trade.

(Pre-Chorus)

They want happy, they want shiny,

But I’m more than that facade—

Call it messy, call it honest,

Call it beautifully flawed.

(Chorus – bigger, more defiant)

Put on my plastic parade—

Smile big while the world throws shade.

Laugh at the chaos like it’s all okay,

Clap your hands as the masks all fade.

I’m not perfect, I’m not polished,

But I’m brighter unafraid—

So watch me dance through the wreckage

In my plastic, plastic parade.

(Bridge – low, gritty, building)

Tear down the cardboard castles,

Kick off the painted crown…

If life’s a circus of pretty disasters,

Then baby—let it burn down.

’Cause when the dust stops spinning,

And the world calls out my name—

I’ll be the one still standing

With a smile that’s truly mine to claim.

(Final Chorus – gang vocals, big stomp-clap energy)

Put on my plastic parade—

Let the whole world watch me misbehave.

Laugh at the chaos like it’s all okay,

Clap your hands as the masks all fade.

I’m not perfect, I’m not polished,

But I’m shining anyway—

Yeah, this is me, unfiltered,

Leading my own plastic parade.

(Outro – soft, ironic, warm)

Fake it, fake it…

Or maybe…

Don’t.