Feign

If I find my bearings, can I settle down? Hiding my face often, since I lost my crown Where did my faith go, since it left town? Do I die a little less often, when I feign profound? I say the wrong things at the perfect time That's my signature on the silver line When I leave my home, I'm angled south Where did my friends go? Have they heard my mouth? I'm a sparkling diamond when I have my doubts Do I die a little less often when I feign profound? I say the wrong thing at the perfect time That's my signature on the silver line Do I die a little less often Do I die a little less often Do I die a little less often Do I die a little less often Do I die a little less often When I feign profound? I say the wrong thing at the perfect time That's my signature on the silver line I say the wrong thing at the perfect time It's an accident when I fall in line There is an elegance I find in every risk That I so often miss