Playing Dead

I’ve been dropping my anchors
And trying to find land
Reliving the moment
As fast as I can
But what more can you want from a basket case
In a city that’s dead
Where are my manners
I tried too hard
To pick up the pieces
In the back of your car
But what more can you want from someone like me
With a little more heart?
Why am I no one’s type?
Why can’t you see me?
So here we go again
I’m always just a friend
Or just a moment to let go
And I won’t breathe again
Until you tell your friends
Everything they shouldn’t know
Playing dead with your cellphone
You won’t read the book
That I wrote in my dreams
Now you won’t even look
But what more can I expect from someone like you
With nothing in their head?
We took on a daydream
And took over streets
But you couldn’t ever
Keep up with me
But what should I expect so much from someone like you
So worthless?
Why am I not your type?
Maybe I’m too good
So here we go again
I’m always just a friend
Or just a moment to let go
And I breathe again
Until you tell your friends
Everything they shouldn’t know
You read your lines
With a big smile
But I see through you
You say I’m fine
I’ll be alright
Just so you will too
So here we go again
I’m always just a friend
Or just a moment to let go
And I won’t breathe again
Until you tell your friends
Everything they shouldn’t know
So here we go again
I’m always just a friend
Or just a moment to let go
And I won’t breathe again
Until you tell your friends
Everything they already know