Make Pretend

It’s time to bark it’s time to fuck it’s time to
make pretend
We’ve got the time we’ve got the gas now let’s go
have a weekend

Remember when you took my virginity where’d you put it I’ve got a
formal to go to
Air beds squeak and bounce and toss you off, not much fun unless there’s a
friend to hold onto

Chinatown’s no fun without you
All those family portions with
Nothing but strangers to pass them to

It’s time to sulk it’s time to brood it’s time to
make pretend
I’ve got no time I’ve got no car so guess
I’m staying in

I hold the hand of mannequins now I get odd looks
at the mall
Cuz you’re not there where I wish you where
I wish you to be

This is how I forget you
Or at least how I planned to
But a dream of you still sits
typing on the laptop I wish I was in my brain

This is how I’ll forget you
Make a painting of a fake you
Build a dream of you to hold
that’s nicer, neater, sweeter and altogether more sane

Vieux Carre‘s no fun without you
All that sarcasm and
Nothing but strangers to give it to

It’s time to pack it’s time to move it’s time to
make pretend
I booked a flight, made reservations
to stay in your head

And when I get there, I won’t ever, ever leave
I’ll paint a portrait of the real you
Use shades to cover up my orange naive
Use every color in the book but that rhapsody hue

Remember when I broke my pride where’re the pieces you’ve got some
love to glue it to
Air beds squeak and bounce and toss you off, not much fun unless there’s a
friend to hold onto

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