Nov 18, 2003 22:11
Stressed. It's pretty hard. Unless you've got it easy, yeah, just like you swing those hips.
Let’s pretend we’re not needy let’s pretend our hearts still beat let’s pretend we fall in love tonight clumsy enough to fall for anything we’ll stumble on our words we’ll spil l our guts on creaking bar stools below the neon blue low lives hiding in dives there’s no feeling drinking, sleeping with strangers ghosts passing through bedrooms unaware a faint reflection on the barback’s mirror a face I never knew whispering, please don’t be a stranger to me. Who are you if you’re alone? You’re no good at pretending all my plays have tragic endings you wish I was a fairy tale this frog will never change anything just pretend that you’re in love that scolding sun is bound to come up eventually so who is it that whispers in your ear? A haunting voice blows in through the window there’s no feeling floating over beds a needy pleading apparition crying who am I if I’m alone? I hardly exist at all let’s pretend that we don’t need anything any more i don't want to feel anything anymore let’s just pretend we’ll live happily ever