About the Size of a Pixel - The Milk Carton Kids

I’m glued to the glow

Like a fly to a trap

Don’t know when I’ll be coming back

I could never tell

If the voice in my head is real

Painted colors dry like they’re old

Endless images bought and then sold

Called myself a name

That carries no shame

Hurry back

Bit by bit

You will crave my counterfeit

This story’s true

It’s just for you

Little wants have their own precious ways

Sunny Sundays are lonesome days

Magnifying dreams

So that nothing is as it seems

She casts her eye to the side with a doubt

Little sighs, let the big boy out

To the world I’ll bare my soul

About the size of a pixel