The Horse You Rode In On Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

I think I've read this book before, 

hardbound shiny cover, 

pretty colors, but an ending 

that's sure to disappoint. 

It's not what you'd 

expect when you 

open the box. 

And all the things you wish you'd find, 

fleeting and taunting, colors 

drab and ordinary to the brilliant white 

of not knowing what's inside. 

But how can I bear 

to behold that dream now 

that my eyes have adjusted 

to the concrete walls of this box that I've opened? 

And I know I'm more than just a little fucked up, 

but I'm trying to make my way back home.