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