You can't always pretend that you're okay Lyrics

I feel disquiet

When I'm lying on the floor on your sawdust

And the lipstick and her makeup it's a problem

Maybe you should thank us

It's a problem I fight for you

But at the same time there's lots to lose

You'll meet your maker

I'll make the news

My skin is tight and my fingers bruised

Blood on my jeans recite all the scenes

Bright blue hair with light colored rings

I don't care let's just go to sleep

You're not there it's all been a dream

Sex city man it's fuck the fame

Lights out when they cut your brain

Pass it why you so detained

Pop shit we just stole the rain

You don't however

Worry about your individual potential

Potential is only the expression of a possibility

Something that can be assessed accurately only in retrospect

In other words

You'll never know how good you might become unless you try

So let's get to it

So let's get to it