Fake Fine

27, life is Armageddon
I've got clinical depression 'cause my mind's an imperfectionist
I fall asleep, wait, I don't wanna wake up
But I never wanna take another pill to make me fake fine
I'll get some help

Sit down with my therapist
To try to teach me lessons
But I forget just what the question is
'Cause I'm a fuck-up, stuck here with my hands cuffed
Behind my back, tryin' to keep myself intact

I'm feeling great like Carole Baskin
Hope you know it's all an act 'cause
It's so much easier to lie, whoo

Bad luck, if you're someone, like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me, whoo

Bad luck, if you're someone like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me

You hide your problems at the bottom of the bottle
You forget it all tonight, but it's just twice as bad tomorrow
'Cause when you're sober, you just wanna stay at home
But all your friends they call you up
And they convince you to go out again

These days it's cocaine and a nose ring
Get your fake lips just to fit in
And all your friends think they're the shit
But they're no different

'Cause none of them ever feel better
They do so much drugs, and they probably regret it
And they act all cool as if they are the the realist
But we know that they just don't deal with their feelings
It's so much easier to lie, whoo

Bad luck, if you're someone like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me, whoo

Bad luck if you're someone like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me

It's like a movie
It's not the real me
Oh, maybe next time
But for now, I'll pretend that I am fake fine

It's like a movie (it's like a movie)
It's not the real me (it's not the real me)
Oh, maybe next time (maybe next time)
But for now, I'll pretend that I am fake fine

Bad luck if you're someone like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me, whoo

Bad luck, if you're someone like me
Got your head above water, but you still can't even breathe
It's a pandemic, it's a fucking disease
And it's following me



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Nash, Glenn Herlihy, Robert Grace, Ryan Mcloughlin
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