Faking It

by Deeppressed

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Original song, recorded on digital tape recorder.

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Imagine that
we're in a wicker woven booth,
inside a Catholic church and I'm
spilling out my guts the same way
Zar would spill his food
across the floors and walls.
At least, I know,
that was the way it was back then.
I know it's only been two months
but, God damn it, do I ever miss him.

I can't help but feel my life is changing.
I sure as hell know I can't win this.
I can't win these games you throw at me.

But, hey.
It took an hour or so
to realize "There's no place like home".
I know you've found a separate mind;
nothing less than a product of my timing.
Bad timing.
My heart is trapped inside the barrel of a gun
and its pointed at you.

I regress and slither back in bed
for the 15th time since ten last night.
In case you haven't caught the reference:
I cant live without them.

Remember what I said about being trapped inside a gun?
Well, it was pointed at your sympathy;
an attempt to weaken you at the knees
so you might know what it feels like
to fall in "love" all over again.
I filled the shoes of your daughters father
while you spent these past 3 years faking it.

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released May 7, 2014
Music and lyrics written by Ashton Noel

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Deeppressed Bakersfield, California

I've dabbled in plenty of genres, but this seems to be the only one that is able to withstand my brutal honesty. This is not a cry for help, it's a scream to try and add personal definition to the word, "Why". Whether it be, songs about love, separation, or reclusive modesty; take them for what they are. This is for ALL of the people who stood by me, and for the ONE who will never fully understand ... more

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