Make Believe

Oh you

I know what you do

I know that you want people to think

Misery’s some kind of kink

Your life is oh so hard

you’re an artist it’s a thing

And it’s true

You made me believe in you

I know that you want people to think

That you don’t need anything

But what about me

Was it all make believe

I thought we could hate each other later

Your friend said she’s crazy, are you sure you want to date her

Do you think about me

Like I think about you

Tomorrow starts slow

But is it ever really new

I’ll make it all up so I can give it away

I want someone to come home to

To make it ok

I think about you

I know you think about me

Or did you just play the game

Was it all make believe

Oh you

I know what you do

I know that you want people to think

Misery’s some kind of kink

Your life is oh so hard you’re an artist it’s a thing

And it’s true

You made me believe in you

I know that you want people to think

That you don’t need anything

But what about me

Was it all make believe

Wrote a letter to you

To say that we’re back

But you probably won’t read it go ahead send it back

only time that you’re present

Is when you’re giving me head

You say how do you feel

I say I wish I was dead

In a little black book where my true leanings can lie

No it’s not and good book, musings here would make you cry

Not much I can do

if you want to get around

Not much to living

but the little we’ve found

Oh you

I know what you do

I know that you want people to think

Misery’s some kind of kink

Your life is oh so hard you’re an artist it’s a thing

And it’s true

You made me believe in you

I know that you want people to think

That you don’t need anything

But what about me

Was it all make believe

I thought we were gonna live in our beige house

I thought we could collect dinner napkins

Swing with the neighbors

Pray for our sins

From the flat of our shins

From the flat of our shins

Oh you

I know what you do

I know that you want people to think

Misery’s some kind of kink

Your life is oh so hard you’re an artist it’s a thing

And it’s true

You made me believe in you

I know that you want people to think

That you don’t need anything

But what about me

Was it all make believe