strangers posing as lovers

holding hands

scratching for physical attention

like kids who have never been hugged

were hiding in our body bags

what shall we talk about now?

we can kiss

but we've got nothing to say

lets just pretend

its something genuine

fake smiles and handshakes

if you say so

this is love

polystyrene kisses

paper faces listen

artificial feelings

tendencies to lay there and play dead

secretly sleep alone

ever since the accident

i have not been sober

building up your confidence

posing as my brother

i'm confused, lets just pretend

we can kid each other

take it as a compliment

and wait till i fall over

now i'm thinking about leaving

'only good things' makes this over

throw me around

but keep your voice down

i'll exit this town, right after i've kissed your hand

if this was for real

we would feel

a lot more than this.