Don’t put me on your pedestal
I don’t need that drug you’re dealing
The things we know we don’t really know
I don’t want that empty feeling

I don't know but I know
That it’s tearing up my soul
Falling short, living up
To the image that you hold

Don’t paint me in gold
Don't colour me white
I'm a good man but I'm not a saint
Tell me I'm wrong
Truth is I'm right
It’s not perfect but I'm not ashamed

You see one half of my highs and lows
But I know looks can be deceiving
Perfects not real, it’s unattainable
But maybe real is not appealing

I don't know but I know
That it’s tearing up my soul
Falling short, living up
To the image that you hold

Don’t paint me in gold
Don't colour mе white
I'm a good man but I'm not a saint
Tell me I'm wrong
Truth is I'm right
It’s not pеrfect but I'm not ashamed
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t paint me in gold

Feeling like I'm hollow
I might feel this way tomorrow

Don’t paint me in gold
Don't colour me white
I'm a good man but I'm not a saint
Tell me I'm wrong
Truth is I'm right
It’s not perfect but I'm not ashamed
Don’t paint me in gold
Don’t paint me in gold