for the fakers

and wouldn't i find it

in a tree, next to me

always the wrong decisions

and you are always leaving

we are always leaving

too much to get close

i am always leaving

i would love you i would

i would love you if i could

for all the fakers

i am the worst of the game

i'll sell you nickels in a shoe box

i'll tie one over and make you cry

i don't even know what i'm doing

anymore

i don't know who you are

i don't know if you even exist

all that i wish for

is a clean slate

every day carrying the past

leave it at the door

each day we are new

each day we are born again

free each day from

that which came before

let it go

i'm not asking you to pay attention

or to even listen

2010