Fake Death

Pass me off
If you're not there what's the point of going out
Enough to give your school friends something to talk about
Growing up on River street and telling me your dreams
Come home
Your eyes alone
A story told about how you couldn't help but feel old
You've got an honest face
It doesn't account for your mistakes
Your hand build beautiful things for your mind to destroy
Oh to have no control
It hurts a lot
Still glad I could connect
I still look good
Her language tells me I've impressed
Muscle muscle baby's calling me a God
Gives me everything I've ever wanted
Love protected