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I can pretend for you, that |
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I mean every word said it's true |
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That I'd probably rather be like a stranger in disguise |
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And act as if nothing ever.. |
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Died or faded away, got lonelier with age |
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And time isn't on our side |
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I'm sorry to take the thoughts that keep you awake |
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And make it seem like they're overrated |
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You certainly talk about me more when |
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I fall down |
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And when I get up, my time is never enough |
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Loved in front behind my back hated |
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I guess it has everything to do with luck |
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I can defend the truthbut |
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I sound like white noise to my friends |
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As I raise my glass to you |
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In a stupor we speak words |
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That couldn't be more honest |
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Lies we lived before are fights without a war |
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I'm dead when it's in your head |
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I'm starting to think that all the buoys we sink |
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Are cutting our chances of being saved |
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I see that the end is all we have to let us know |
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I'd like to believe in something more than a dream |
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For when the will to be one has faded |
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I guess the truth will soon be deceived |
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My friend that isn't there, |
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My solitaire. |
