Was it part of the plan to fuck it up so bad?
Sorry mom and dad, nothing this good could ever last
I got teeth made of glass and a table made of steel
Nothing's real, life's a game
That makes a man lose sight of his own name
It ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know (yeah)
The clouds are out, but that's okay
I don't need sunshine, I need rain
To drown the talking out
Let's see what this talk is all about
When I come back around
You better give it to me straight
Well, I give it, you take it, I live it, you fake it
I bought it, you break it, you push it away
Now everyone hates my guts
Nothing's real, so play pretend
In seven months it might just stumble into your hand
And it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know (yeah)
Nothing's real but lifе's a game
That makes a man lose sight of his own namе
Honey, it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know
