Pretend to Be
Does anybody have the time?
It's 2020 and I just turned 29
I'm not thinking that I'm out of the woods
But I'm feeling for the first time
Like eventually I could be something that I like
I could be something that I like
I could be something that I like
Sometimes I think you fellas think I'm being rude
It ain't nothing 'gainst you guys
Lately I just kinda like my solitude
Jarred says I used to be a funner drunk
Now I'm heading home at halftime to go hang out with my wife
But it's something that I like
And I sleep much better when she's by my side
And I float like a feather when I wake up in my own bed
It's like you said: In the end we all pretend to be something
I saw a photo of the old crew at the skate park
We look no older than 15
Forties and Camels in our hands
I wonder if Dylan ever made it pro
I think he had a kid but that must've been like a decade ago
We were teenagers pretending to be grown
We were a bunch of rabble-rousers pretending one day our names would all be known
We were runaways pretending we were home
We all pretend to be something
We all pretend to be something
We all pretend to be something
You were there when I was finding my voice
I tried on every shoe in the store before I realized
It's more like an old heirloom than a new pair of shoes
It takes some time to grow into
You learn to love it and make do
It's what comes out when you don't try
Open your mouth and let your soul cry
It's 2020 and I just turned 29
I'm not thinking that I'm out of the woods
But I'm feeling for the first time
Like eventually I could be something that I like
I could be something that I like
I could be something that I like
Sometimes I think you fellas think I'm being rude
It ain't nothing 'gainst you guys
Lately I just kinda like my solitude
Jarred says I used to be a funner drunk
Now I'm heading home at halftime to go hang out with my wife
But it's something that I like
And I sleep much better when she's by my side
And I float like a feather when I wake up in my own bed
It's like you said: In the end we all pretend to be something
I saw a photo of the old crew at the skate park
We look no older than 15
Forties and Camels in our hands
I wonder if Dylan ever made it pro
I think he had a kid but that must've been like a decade ago
We were teenagers pretending to be grown
We were a bunch of rabble-rousers pretending one day our names would all be known
We were runaways pretending we were home
We all pretend to be something
We all pretend to be something
We all pretend to be something
You were there when I was finding my voice
I tried on every shoe in the store before I realized
It's more like an old heirloom than a new pair of shoes
It takes some time to grow into
You learn to love it and make do
It's what comes out when you don't try
Open your mouth and let your soul cry
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Writer(s): Caleb Chapman-smith
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