Sick of Pretending

Theater is a place where nothing ever happens
Well, why are people going?
Standing in the place of someone from Tacoma
The seats are overflowing
Well, I ain’t got no time to waste
So I’m just gonna take your place
And I am so sick of pretending
That I am not someone else
I am so sick of pretending
Well, never mind
I’ll stay the same while my hands are in my pockets
Afraid to beg and borrow
I’ve got two good friends and a lazy bottle rocket
Why can’t we play tomorrow?
I’ll stand here for a moment, dear
So tell me what you want to hear
Because I’m so sick of pretending
That I am not someone else
I am so sick of pretending
Well, never mind