Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"*

We're the kids who feel like dead ends

And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses

At trust and love and hope

And the poets are just kids who didn't make it

And never had it at all



And the record won't stop skipping

And the lies just won't stop slipping

And besides my reputation's on the line

We can fake it for the airwaves

Force our smiles, baby, half dead



Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm 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

I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough

But we never had it at all



And the record won't stop skipping

And the lies just won't stop slipping

And besides my reputation's on the line

We can fake it for the airwaves

Force our smiles, baby, half dead

To everyone else around me

Everyone else around me

Everyone else around me