John Mateer - Saint Marks Place

Like, I'm really sorry
What a stupid way to die
Right
A guy
If they start a show
On Investigation Discovery
Called Deadly Men
Pleeeaaassse
Sell the story
Make a buck or two
But besides that
I'll die inside
If when I find
Myself at your age
I find myself playing the same games
What a grand lie
You live
and you tell it
All the time
You're one big fake
And you fucked up
My year on
Saint Marks Place
Oh my god
My face feels numb
Yo the last time
Oh my god, dude
This isn't good
Oh fuck
I feel funny
Oh shit, dude
Who says something like that
I feel lightheaded
I feel really lightheaded
I'll die inside
If when I find
Myself at your age
I find myself playing the same games
What a grand lie
You live
and you tell it
All the time
You're one big fake
And you fucked up
My year on
Saint Marks Place
I'll die inside
If when I find
Myself at your age
I find myself playing the same games
What a grand lie
You live
and you tell it
All the time
You're one big fake
And you fucked up
My year on
Saint Marks Place
The moral of the story
Is I wouldn't wanna be
Anyone that has to lie
About who they are just to see
Everyone around them
Show some interest in their life
Maybe get a hobby
I don't know, go fly a kite
You don't have to use
My name
His name
Their name
Don't you have something
Interesting about yourself
Cmon, dig deep
Nah okay
Not surprising
Geez that's pathetic
Try harder

Written by:
John Mateer

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