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