That's Not Your Real Name - THe Early November
Slow down, fade out. It's almost a pattern for me. Laid down mistakes out. They're all just like motions to me. And yeah, I could be wrong. Wake up your faking. I know that you're lying awake. Break off, shake down. I'm tired of obeying the breeze. Crossed arms and crooked eyes. Begging like I'm on the line. I hope that there's more here in me. Stale from the middle in. My bro comes off, consider it. I know that it's played and it's weak. Wake up your faking. I know that you're lying awake. Break off, shake down. I'm tired of obeying the breeze. And yeah, I could be wrong. Taking off. And yeah, I could be wrong. Jumping off. And yeah, I could be done. Slow down, fade out. It's all just a pattern for me.
Artist: THe Early November
Title: That's Not Your Real Name