Fake Death

Pass me off If you're not there then what's the point of going out? Enough to give your school friends something to talk about Growing up on River Street and telling me your dreams Come home Your eyes alone A story told about how you can't help but feel old You've got an honest face Doesn't it account for your mistakes? Your hands build beautiful things for your mind to destroy Oh, to have no control It hurts a lot Still I'm glad I could connect I still look good, her language tells me I've impressed Muscle, muscle, baby's calling me a god Gives me everything I've ever wanted, love protected