The Weekend

(альбом: Unfiltered - 2016)

On the weekend we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time.
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt oh we're living a lie.
Double homicide.

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time.
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie.

These days people are not who they seem.
Throwing it up and living it down for a virtual reality.
We're puppets on a string for social media we're dancing.
Pinocchio with a 4 foot nose my life's a joke so just keep laughing.

That's all we can do to get by oh my nobody wants to see the ugly side.

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time.
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie.

We're doing pills in the bathroom, getting high on the couch in the back too.
Doing line after line of okays I'm fine but I guess that's okay cause that shits been glorified.
Behind the scenes which you don't see dark rooms and bottles we medicate problems
We do not solve them we just dissolve them the tip of our tongue with the lies that we become.

That's all we can do to get by oh my.
Nobody wants to see the ugly side.
Nobody wants to see you fucking cry.

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time.
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie. (We're dying inside)
On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time. (We're dying inside)
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie.
We're dying inside to feel alive.
We're dying inside to feel alive.