False Advertising
On a stringOn a stringOn a stringI was heldThe way I moved, can you tellMy actions are orchestrated from aboveAnd so I swing and I swayWave my hand, kick my legAnd it's always right with the music(Katie and Tiffany: till all that swaying starts to make you sick)For a song, I was boughtNow I lie, when I talkWith a careful eye on the cue cardOnto a stage, I was pushedWith my sorrow well rehearsedSo give me all your pity and your money nowAll of it(Katie and Tiffany: we used to think that sound was something pure)But if I could act like this was my real lifeAnd not some cage where I've been placedWell then I could tell youThe truth like I used toAnd not be afraid of sounding fakeNow all that anyone's listening for are the mistakes(Katie: sorry!)No it's ok, it's okOne, two, three!One, two, three!In a house by myselfI hear the ice start to meltAnd I watch the rooftops weep for the sunlightAnd I know what must changeFuck my face, fuck my nameThey are brief and false advertisementsFor a soul, I don't haveSomething true I have lackedI spent my whole life trying to make up for itBut I found, in a songAnd in the people I loveThey will lift me up out of darknessAnd now my doorIt stands open, I'm inviting everyone inWe're gonna laugh, we're gonna drinkUntil the morning comesThat's what we're gonna do!Come on!Come on!