Statues

David's marks still remain Paris in plaster, stuck in her ways Hiding flaws with a filtered face Break our backs to fade with grace Running away from this digital age Ropes that keep old flames in play Adrenaline hits fueling our brains Algorithms keep us trained If we're still trying to measure up Then we're just born, born to dust Statues don't blink back at us Don't run red or rust Don't have souls to touch We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues Feel the art and double-touch Fuss and fight when wrinkles jump Deep in the pain we chase the rush Of highlight reels and battle cuts Smile lines and fits of rage We blink twice and forget our face Judge ourselves, our minds, our pace But stone and sand don't ever change If we're still trying to measure up Then we're just born, born to dust Statues don't blink back at us Don't run red or rust Don't have souls to touch We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues If we're still trying to measure up Then we're just born, born to dust Statues don't blink back at us Don't run red or rust Don't have souls to touch We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues We're not statues, not statues