Make Pretend

I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend I couldn't tell you what I used to be Could you tell me what you used to see? My bed has never been made for sleeping And I can never turn down the light (Yeah, I could never) But I feel like a pop star on the TV (Pop star) Wonder what I've gotta do for you to see me Like in a fever dream, such a feeling seems To never leave my bedroom I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend I don't know if I hate it (I don't hate it, but it really fucking hurts) The nightmares help me feel sometimes (My imagination runs to places even worse) Half of me is elated (For your information, I remember we were crazy) The other half is only fine Yeah, I feel nothing And when I go to sleep, I still feel nothing I see you in my dreams and nothing But it really fucking hurts and My imagination runs to places even worse and Called me on the telephone, 11:57 Told me that she still loves me, now I got depression Deleted all the photos, better off solo Going back to bed, so I don't have to learn a lesson I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend (Ooh) I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend But nothing's ever really the end As she drowns me slowly With talk of love as I make-pretend That she'll hold me She'll hold me I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there? Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend (It's nothing more than make-pretend) I've been hiding under memories and someday maybes Holding to her pillow like she's right there Is she ever coming home again? It's nothing more than make-pretend It's nothing more than make-pretend