Make Believe

I’m that guy
Who lives above your parents' house
It smells
You think I’m fly
In a retro kind of hobo way
Can you tell?
But it’s okay, everybody thinks I’m gay
Another trip, and I’ll be over it
I can’t believe I made so much this week
I’m liable to end up dead
But at least I’m out of the red
'Cause every time I call it like I see it
It’s just make believe again
I think I’ve found the secret
But its just make believe
I’m that guy
Who walks and talks right to himself
There’s no one else
My room is up so high
Greg Brady ain’t got nothin' on me
If you know what I mean
And I’m doin' okay, starting to make my way
Just one more trip, and I’ll be over it
You can’t believe the world I see
When I’m traveling late at night
It’s better when you turn out the lights
'Cause every time I call it like I see it
It’s just make believe again
I think I found the secret
But it’s just make believe
In my head I’m thinkin' of you
In my dreams I’m really thinking of you
In my mind I’m thinkin' of you
My heart is strong and my love is true
But you don’t know me like you think you do
I’m living way up in the clouds, now
I’m that guy… I’m that guy
Up so high, up so high
But I’m doing okay, everybody get away
I’m on a trip, so get over it
You can’t believe the life I see when my mind is frying in a pan
And the world is resting in my hands
'Cause every time I call it like I see it
It’s just make believe again
I think I found the secret
But it’s just make believe