I'm looking for my friends So sick of blending in And every night it ends The same as it begins With my One drink turns to one smoke Wish I could jump out the window
They play my favorite song But somehow play it wrong I put a smile on In order to belong So I'll try Small talk over cheap shots Fake pays but at what cost?
I'm desperate for a different point of view I can show you how to exit a room
So waste the night away While I escape I hate it here I'm leaving soon I can show you how to exit a room I don't know where we are And even though I hate it here I don't have to Yeah I can show you how to exit a room
They're strung out on the phone They're tripping dial tones I'm dancing all alone I'd rather be at home So I got high but it's wearing off I got holes in my camouflage
Can't recognize this night from another And I hate goodbye's but I'm not above them And I can't go back
Face down on the pavement And on the way down it was painless But now I'm so sick of telling lies You know I just can't fake it
Face down on the pavement And I don't want fame you can take it I want to live every bit of life I never want to waste it
I just can't fake it
Compositores: Kennedy Brock, John Cornelius V O'callaghan, Garrett Daniel Nickelsen, Jared J Monaco, Patrick John Kirch, Colby Tyler Wedgeworth (Colby Wedgeworth) ECAD: Obra #41771675