False Advertising

On a string On a string On a string I was held The way I moved, can you tell My actions are orchestrated from above And so I swing and I sway Wave my hand, kick my leg And it's always right with the music (Till all that swaying starts to make you sick) For a song, I was bought Now I lie, when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card Onto a stage, I was pushed With my sorrow well rehearsed So give me all your pity And your money now All of it (We used to think that sound was something pure) But if I could act like this was my real life And not some cage where I've been placed Well then I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake Now all that anyone's listening for are the mistakes (Oh I'm sorry!) No it's ok, it's ok One, two, three! One, two, three! In a house by myself I hear the ice start to melt And I watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight And I know what must change Fuck my face, fuck my name They are brief and false advertisements For a soul, I don't have Something true I have lacked And spent my whole life trying to make up for it But I found, in a song And in the people I love They will lift me up out of darkness And now my door It stands open, I'm inviting everyone in We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink Until the morning comes That's what we're gonna do! Come on! Come on!