Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"*
Were the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didnt even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didnt make it
And never had it at all
And the record wont stop skipping
And the lies just wont stop slipping
And besides my reputations on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Please put the doctor on the phone cause Im not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
Im hopelessly hopeful, that youre just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all
And the record wont stop skipping
And the lies just wont stop slipping
And besides my reputations on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
to everyone else around me
everyone else around me
everyone else around me

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