Fake Death - Tigers Jaw

Pass me off

If you’re not there, then, what’s the point of going out?

Enough to give your school friends something to talk about

Growing up on River Street and telling me your dreams

Come home

Your eyes alone

A story told about how you can’t help but feel old

You’ve got an honest face

It doesn’t account for your mistakes

Your hands build beautiful things for your mind to destroy

Oh, to have no control

It hurts a lot

Still, I’m glad I could connect

I still look good

Her language tells me I’ve impressed

Muscle, muscle, baby’s calling me a god

Gives me everything I’ve ever wanted, love protected