Cosmetic Stain

I've had to accept in the space of a day
I'm wishing for granted and taken away
A photocopy of health, breast-feeding lies
I've got wooden arms yet I'm meant to fly

Can you go down
It doesn't hurt if you slow down
You're no different when you go down
When you drown

Sit by the fireside preparing to burn
Give the impression of wanting to learn
Now my mind's running out, shut down for good
Was it something I said?
Or something I should?

Can you go down
It doesn't hurt if you slow down
You're no different when you go down
When you drown

Inside or impure
Inside or impure
Inside or impure
I'm the wrong side of insecure

A fit's like a seizure, not like a glove
Dust myself down after falling through love
It's too slow to be right, too cruel to be kind
Welcome to the first junction in my one-track mind.

Can you go down
It doesn't hurt if you slow down
You're no different when you go down
When you drown

Inside or impure
Inside or impure
Inside or impure
I'm the wrong side of insecure

You say...
you say...
You say...
You say...
...that I'll remain...
...a cosmetic stain.