Faker

Faker. You are one, too.
Been doing what you’re told so much
it’s the only thing to do.
Meanwhile, your dreams run in the background—
coulda woulda shoulda—look at you now.

Faker. Yes, I am a faker.
I know the ache so well—
saying for the sake of saying.
Pushed into position against my will.
I play it out, what else can I do?
I’m a good, good, good, good boy.

Oh, Faker. You’re a faker, too.
Can’t believe what you’re up to.
Moving forward, one step—two.

Faker. Yes, I am a faker.
I know the ache so well.

Faker. You are one, too.
Been doing what you’re told so much
it’s the only thing to do.

Faker, it’s now or never—
you gotta be new.

Faker. Yes, I am a faker.
I know the ache so well.

Faker. You are one, too.
Been doing what you’re told so much
it’s the only thing to do.

Faker, it’s now or never—
you gotta be new.

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