False Advertising

On a string

On a string

On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell?

My actions are orchestrated from above

So I swing and I sway wave my hand, kick my leg

And it's always right with the music

Until' all that swaying starts to make you sick

For a song, I was bought now I lie when I talk

With a careful eye on the cue card

Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow, well rehearsed

So give me all your pity and your money, now all of it

We used to think that sound was something pure

But if I could act like this was my real life

And not some cage, where I've been placed

Well then, I could tell you the truth like I used to

And not be afraid of sounding fake

Now all anyone's listening for are the mistakes

Ahh, I'm sorry

No, it's okay, it's okay

One, two, three

One, two, three

In a house by myself I hear the ice start to melt

And I'll watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight

And I know, what must change fuck my face, fuck my name

They are brief and false advertisements

For a soul, I don't have somethin' true, I have lacked

And spent my whole life tryin' to make up for

But I found in a song and in the people I love

They will lift me up out of darkness

And now my door, it stands open

I'm inviting everyone in we're gonna laugh

We're gonna drink, until' the morning comes

That's what we're gonna do come on, come on