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Some Nights / Time to Pretend (2020 Retape)

from Song of the Week III by Drew G. Smith

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lyrics

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw.
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle.
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore

This is it, boys, this is war!
So what are we waiting for?
Why don't we just break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I work twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style

And that's alright
I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering
Just who I am, who I am, who am I

I'm feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money, make some models our wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

This is our decision to live fast and die young
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We were fated to pretend
To pretend

Some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I still don't know what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know
Oh oh oh

I miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah I miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We were fated to pretend
To pretend

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
No. When I see stars, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan
So come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!

That is it, guys, that is all
Five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, and I'm not sure if anybody understands
This is not one for the folks back home
I'm sorry to leave, Mom, I had to go
But, who the fuck wants to die alone all dried out in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister
And the con that she called love
But when I look into my nephew's eyes,
Man, you wouldn't believe
The most amazing things that can come from
Some terrible

Nights

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we kept your distance.

credits

from Song of the Week III, track released April 11, 2020
Songwriters: Jeff Bhasker / Nate Ruess / Andrew Dost / Jack Antonoff // Andrew VanWyngarden / Ben Goldwasser

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