Make Believe

I’m so darned tired
Of this game of make believe.
I wish I could run away
Or everybody else’d leave
I’m so freaking tired
Of this game of make believe.

You and me. Me and you.
Count it again – we are two.
We are two, me and you,
Me and you, we are through.
Been through it all; one too many times.
My lucky number; hell! It even rhymes!

So what brings us here?
On this wintry night,
The party’s long been over
-They’ve killed the light.
In the dark I hear a whisper
My lucky number? – It just might.

I’m so freaking tired
Of this game of make believe.
I wish I could run away
Or everyone else’d leave.