Fakes

Hear me out, it’s been a long whatever Don’t tell me your thoughts about the weather The future is coming very clear Filter, the bad things disappear Reading the room, try not to read too much Discomfort, feel old feel tired feel out of touch All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise I’m anxious, always acting up And acting, you gotta be like somebody else Reading your letter, do you think you’re so tough? Subject, subject yourself to boundless love All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise I was 18 in 1985 I was 18 in 1995 I was 18 in 1985 And I’ll be faking till the day I die I was 18 in 1985 I was 18 in 1985 I was 18 in 1985 And I’ll be faking till the day I die All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise All style, not a lot of substance Shut out, shut out the noise