Fake

Wreckage to the right
Why'd you have to bite
Now we're stuck here making decisions
All you wanna do
Is make me your muse
Guess I'm finally worthy of the title

I might not understand but I'll pick my spirits up
And find you in the land that I swore I'll never love
A wasteland of a place
Where no one sticks around
Cleaning up a mess
That you didn't make at all

I would say that you're pretty brave now
All of this lightning all of these rain clouds
Hold me tightly
Cut to my veins
Like oh, oh, oh, oh
They would say that I'm pretty fake yeah
Already told you that I'm a hate case
All your friends said
To be wary you don't know her at all

Well do you think rose colored glasses
Come with thorns in every package
How exciting if that's true
A girl like me you'll never choose
I'll make a list of all my vices
We're out of paper, what a crisis
Doesn't that make you upset
I shouldn't be your one regret

I might not understand but I'll pick my spirits up
And find you in the land that I swore I'll never love
A wasteland of a place
Where no one sticks around
Cleaning up a mess
That you didn't make at all

I would say that you're pretty brave now
All of this lightning all of these rain clouds
Hold me tightly
Cut to my veins
Like oh, oh, oh, oh
They would say that I'm pretty fake yeah
Already told you that I'm a hate case
All your friends said
To be wary you don't know her at all

You don't know her at all

Woah
I've been trying to tell you
Woah
The signs have been flashing red
Woah
I've been trying to tell you
I've been trying to tell you
The signs are red, red

I would say that you're pretty brave now
All of this lightning all of these rain clouds
Hold me tightly
Cut to my veins
Like oh, oh, oh, oh
They would say that I'm pretty fake yeah
Already told you that I'm a hate case
All your friends said
To be wary you don't know her at all

You don't know her at all

You don't know her at all