Putting On a Show
My 6 o'clock goes off
I'm putting on a show
I'll take it day by day
I'll take it step by step
I'm taking all the blows you throw
I'm out of energy
And you're not helping me
We're putting on a show
Like we're in Malibu
The Marlboros you smoke
Behind closed doors
Your mother doesn't know
We're always running low
We're putting on a show
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
You ask that I slow down
But every time I do
You break down crying,
Saying "sorry, I stopped loving you"
We're putting on a show
We're always running low
This time it's better off
If we just stayed at home
Without an audience
Without it feeling fabricated
Cause our "normally"
Is holding hands for them to see
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
I want to come clean
Our cover up will melt
Was under different spells
No sense in hiding
Every corner you turn
They put on show
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
I'm putting on a show
I'll take it day by day
I'll take it step by step
I'm taking all the blows you throw
I'm out of energy
And you're not helping me
We're putting on a show
Like we're in Malibu
The Marlboros you smoke
Behind closed doors
Your mother doesn't know
We're always running low
We're putting on a show
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
You ask that I slow down
But every time I do
You break down crying,
Saying "sorry, I stopped loving you"
We're putting on a show
We're always running low
This time it's better off
If we just stayed at home
Without an audience
Without it feeling fabricated
Cause our "normally"
Is holding hands for them to see
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
I want to come clean
Our cover up will melt
Was under different spells
No sense in hiding
Every corner you turn
They put on show
Is this what it's like
This thing called life?
Broken promises
Lying prophecies
Is this in your script?
Is my role fulfilled?
Stripped of dignity
Just so you're nice to me
Credits
Writer(s): Mira Taylor
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