Fallout And 8

Well I was gonna sing about my complaints
Messages of hate
Of Transylvanian slides down the flames of pride
To the tales of personal sin
And the related loneliness that that brings

But when all hope went home and the birds stopped singing
I relieved myself of these plastic chains
And I was more or less the same boy that i'd dismissed along the way
Through a lack of fortitude and restraint

And in the fallout the sequence came
And the cacoons awake from their wintry haze
We spend our summers playing games
We trade a smile for a smile without personal gain
And yeh we fallout but in a different shape
We call on memories, common sense
And in the morning... hey... (hey)
Hey in the morning

I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
In the morning!

And I remember you saying something about personal space
And how you put my picture in the fireplace
How its not my fault, you're just tired of bruising
And you need to get away
From all the company of these strangers

So yeh we fallout to a different place
Where we can clear our heads of the everyday
We'll take our hurricanes, our fire and grace
And let our saw souls slip away
You know Id rather be a poor man living with you and my mistakes
Than a rich man living in a pool of fear for being flawless
Ah for being flawless

I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
I still see i'm fake
And in the mornin-g!
(aha) - I still see i'm fake!
(aah ha aha) - I still see i'm fake!
(aah ha aha) - I still see i'm fake!
(aah ha aha) - in the morning!
(woooo - aha)
Sometimes I see my fate
He's waving at me from a passing train
Scratching around in his, his a figure of 8