Could be the news I see
Making a mess of me
Maybe I’m wrong
Can’t help but wonder, though
If I should have been aware of this all along
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?
Or am I just day drinking way too much
Not making sense enough, stuck in my head?
Caught in the echo chamber
Safe in the choir with the rest
Of my friends?
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?
Talking to who, are they talking? I can’t tell at all
Watching the paint as it peels from the cracks of my wall
But ooh, keep pushing me up
Ain’t it so strange, it all changes
This world keeps pushing me up
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?
