When she goes, she's gone

If she stays, she stays here

The girl does what she wants to do

She knows what she wants to do

And I know I'm fakin' it

I'm not really makin' it

I'm such a dubious soul

And a walk in the garden

Wears me down

Tangled in the fallen vines

Pickin' up the punch lines

I've just been fakin' it

Not really makin' it

Is there any danger?

No, no, not really

Just lean on me

Takin' time to treat

Your friendly neighbors honestly

I've just been fakin' it

I'm not really makin' it

This feeling of fakin' it-

I still haven't shaken it

Prior to this lifetime

I surely was a tailor

Look at me

("Good morning, Mr. Leitch,

Have you had a busy day?")

I own the tailor's face and hands

I am the tailor's face and hands

I know I'm fakin' it

I'm not really makin' it

This feeling of fakin' it-

I still haven't shaken it