Fake Gold
The name of this band was gonna be Mass Shooter
But the tone felt too spot on
You got to be careful, especially as a loser
What you project yourself on
That's why I never used your crutches or sat in your wheelchair
Or sang about the big car crash
That may or may not be
Always on my mind
Or somewhere underneath it
Or, or somewhere underneath it, or
Waiting for the band, still hasn't happened
Everything you had, divide into fractions
Could've been bad, but I got some perspective
I left it alone right where you left it
Stay, or may not be
Always on my mind
And it may or may not seem
Like you're leavin' me behind
And it may or may not be
Always on my mind
And it may or may not seem
Like you're leavin' me behind
You're leavin me behind
Or somewhere underneath it
Or, or somewhere underneath it, or
Protest (What's a protest?), entertainment (My entertainment)
Giving all my stuff away
Is it an object fashion statement
To wear the same things every day
This is a protest to my entertainment
To wear the same thing every day
Or somewhere underneath it
Or, or somewhere underneath it, or
