F*ck
I didn't believe in the afterlife
So I went to the afterparty every night
I'm so sick of everybody in sight
I'll do everything wrong just to feel a bit right
Took names in vain on the way back home
Drank half my weight just to play a good show
I'm so sick of all the places I go
Just to piss off every name and face that I know
But I don't feel that jaded
Just under-medicated
Let's pretend we don't hate this
Just smile, wave, get wasted
And I don't feel that jaded
Just overstimulated
Let's pretend we don't hate this
And fake it til we make it
I blew a tire off of Queen Street East
Don't think I'm making it to Sneaky Dee's
I'm so sick of all the things we need
Just a little more me in this monitor please
I left my friends and I left my bed
Just to play a show to ten people again
I'm so sick of all the kids who attend
With these fake IDs that look nothing like them
But I don't feel that jaded
Underappreciated
Let's pretend we don't hate this
Just smile, wave, get wasted
And I don't feel that jaded
Just overstimulated
Let's pretend we don't hate this
And fake it til we make it
AH
AH
And I don't feel that jaded
Just overstimulated
Let's pretend we don't hate this
Just smile, wave, get wasted
And I don't feel that jaded
No I don't feel that jaded
And I don't feel that jaded
No I don't feel that jaded