You're So Dead Meat

Forcing a pose
Shrug it off the same as when you say something you don't mean
These strings are so dead
Holding off on changing them until one day they will just break
Sorrow and all
Oh, oh

Faces of doubt
Haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff
Sparkling light
God takes her vengeance on everyone's burned to the ground
Sorrow and all
Oh, oh

Don't tell me if you care
Come alive with it, let it show
And don't wistfully believe I would die for it, oh

Holding a pose
Why should I put everything into all these songs you just steal?
The act in itself
Freeze me up in ways that connects me with everyone else

Don't tell me if you care
Come alive with it, let it show
And don't wistfully believe I would die for this

What does that make me?
Oh
What does that make me?
Oh
What does that make me?

Oh, oh
Oh (You're so dead meat)
Oh, oh (What does that make me?)