Faker from Sweetest by FLU

Faker
for goodness sake, lets clear the air.
Who cares, we've got glass stairs.
and as we step, the debts just pile up
and pile up

and we're careless with care
we know they know that we're there
no need to pay for surprise
I can't afford what you buy

lets start an oxygen bar
wish I was driving the car
guess the road knows best

Don't fret, keep our words stuck in our throat
and we will fly, we will fly, we will fly.

We will make money, and to the sound of passing people
we will talk, we will talk small

Cuz I'm the one you're haunting
sorry that you found me wanting
but I'm honestly happy that we're talking at all.

• FLU
• Rock
• alternative
• punk
• New York