
MGMT - Time To Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for 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're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's 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 it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
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i guess i just really like this song, it makes me feel... i dunno. i guess this goes with the, i want to get out of this place i know theres more out there and i dont want to be strapped down into some boring life, theme ive been having lately. im just very, blah, i guess. im fucking freezing too, i hate snow most of the time... but i still kinda want to go out and play in it, i should have paris come over and build a fucking fort with me. then again im too lazy and its way to cold out there for my blackness. i just realized i hate heat and i hate cold and i only like early fall late spring... i wonder if its because im half black. hrm, listening to kate nash talking to codyface, more later..?
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