VAULT #2: Holy Fake

Now and then I think of leaving Now and then it feels relieving To have some kind of hope that things will change Another drop in the bucket Another chance to say fuck it I’ll learn to waste my time some other way Where all these dreams can slowly fall away I know soon it will be my time to pay Chin up, chin up, my darling I’d rather be an average starling Than some kind of lonely holy fake Who tells me that the sky is falling Who tells me to follow my calling There’s only so much a man can take I’ll fix myself a nice big dinner Tell myself that I’m a winner And take something to help dull the ache And all these dreams can slowly fall away My number’s up, now it’s my turn to pay