And your clouds may hold thunder
Like a bottle of wine
I can’t help but
Stain the white linen of my life
With lies and other things
That I can’t mention to your face

Sometimes
I get lost in my head
Where I’m good
And I’m sure you’ll understand that
Pull the sheets to your chin and
Close the door
Let's make out to your band now

But I don't even like their music
I’m a pretender, oh
I’m a pretender
And sometimes I'll just laugh on purpose
I’m a pretender, (mmm)
I'm a pretender, oh