Fake Smiles and Nervous Laughter

Grungy girls and punk rock boys

Can’t be heard above the noise

Awkward handshakes, bumps and hugs

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

It’s not the way you thought it was

I would rather hear you curse me up

Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter

When you say what you hate

Makes me feel kinda great

You have authority

Taxi drivers sell their weed

My Ani DiFranco scream

Gold high tops with no socks on

Go ahead and move along

I would rather hear you curse me up

Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter

When you say what you hate

Makes me feel kinda great

You have authority

I would rather see you flip me off

Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter

When you say what you hate

Makes me feel kinda great

It’s beautiful to me

It’s hard to be real with all the temptations

All the flying daggers

It’s hard to be true when honesty kills you

Did anybody hear me?

I’m begging darling, oh

Give me a chance to let you know

It’s hard to be true when honesty kills you

Can anybody hear me?

I would rather hear you curse me up

Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter

When you say what you hate

Makes me feel kinda great

You have authority

I would rather see you flip me off

Than give me fake smiles and all that nervous laughter

When you say what you hate

Makes me feel kinda great

It’s beautiful to me