Fake

One drink, I should think something

Like having another round

Now, Somehow straight down,

Living another dream

We are worth craving in

One shot, no clot, less… or not

We go for another shameless

Tenderness unless

We’ve found out what we’ve become

And can’t be undone

Give me, waste me, shoot me

Sinner of my silly belly

Tell me: should I get started now?

Hear this voice above the crowds

Don’t care, don’t vote, don’t stare, don’t choke,

Don’t give a damn, don’t look the other way

Don’t mind, don’t grab, don’t find, don’t stab,

Don’t feel, don’t like this silly little game

Just give away the only thing that really ever matters anyway

Just throw away your sense of play because everything’s pretending anyway