The Sincerest Form of Flattery

I had dreams
You had dreams
We had dreams
But it seems
No one knows what they're doing
It seems like we are making it up as we go
Don't listen to me, I don't know

I don't have answers and neither do you
We're all just making this up as we carry through all the doubt and confusion, it's true
Everyone's faking so who's leading who

It's assumed that we
Can do anything
But nobody knows
Anything

Let down, always
When will things go, my way
You know the devil's got your number baby

I don't have answers and neither do you
We're all just making this up as we carry through all the doubt and confusion, it's true
Everyone's faking so who's leading who

No confusion or
Sense of irony
The sincerest form
Of flattery

Let down, always
When will things go, my way
You know the devil's got your number baby

Make it or break it
It's all up to you
Or you can fake it
'Cuz that's okay too
When you can't take it
Or can't follow through
You've got another thing
Coming for you

There was never doubt
When we were starting out
Things are harder now
So much harder now

So leave it all behind
You've got nothing on the line
The stars will all align
I'm guessing we'll be fine