Fake

How do I talk to you, talking is so unnecessary How do I write to you, none of my tones they will carry Can I sit next to you, I'll buy you a drink Here's my license credit score genetic traits police report I'm sorry you're the best of them But how are you handling being human, I don't know Then it's a Saturday I'm running wild Which is hard because I'm stoned Falling asleep on the couch that my mother owns Lift a broken twisted cold mouth kissing Because she tastes the spirits I'm quitting Sorry you're the best of them, but How are you handling being human? Sorry for the rest of them I know I know I know That you've got fake lives, fake conversations Fake pasts, fake observations, it won't last a fake creation Nothing gets broke if nothing gets stolen Nothing gets broke if nothing gets stolen Nothing gets broke if nothing gets stolen I know it's getting late You said that I should stay But I gotta be quiet, your roommate's families in town I gotta be quiet, your roommates families in town I know I know I know that it's late but I know I know I know you said stay but I know I know I know that you said Your roommate's mom's in town I know I know I know that it's late but I know I know I know you said stay but I know I know I know that you said Your roommate's mom's in town Fake lives, fake conversations Fake pasts, fake observations, it won't last a fake creation Nothing gets broke nothing gets stolen Oh it goes nothing gets broke if nothing gets stolen Oh it goes nothing gets broke if nothing gets stolen Nothing gets broken, nothing gets stolen