Kiss me in the backroom

Where my face won’t show when you’re sober

Stop me holding what I can lose

Making it all novel

Faking The Moment

Unless you feel it?

Unless you feel it too

Unless you feel it?

Unless you feel it too

So force yourself on me

I can lie for your pleasure

To cut to the point

I know I can get deep

But when I held your hand it felt like I loved you

Will virtue choose you in Pugh

Waist height?

But you smile fake teeth in cola decaying

Coat hang to sleep in the likeness

Till it’s on clause

Faking it as it was

And making it factual

Making it factual

Faking it as it was

I’m faking it

Hold up

Kiss me the backroom

Play like a doll when your eyes are on it

Fuck me like I wanna be used

Making pain like more than a martyr

Can you feel it?

That’s proof

Body lies

How good it is to terrify

God’s truth

I know you’re right

How good it is

To be better without you involved

Play like Calpol

To point at the cause

Plunge for colour

But I’m in control

For what men compete

Take the colour out of the world

The view from over your shoulder

Will burn what you see like rubbers

To buy your principals

And fake it as it was

Make it factual

Make it factual

Faking it as it was

But I could never