That's Not Your Real Name - The Early November

Slow down, fade out.

It’s almost a pattern for me.

Laid down mistakes out.

They’re all just like motions to me.

And yeah, I could be wrong.

Wake up.

You’re faking.

I know that you’re lying awake.

Break off, shake down.

I’m tired of obeying the brain.

Crossed arms and crooked eyes.

Begging like I’m on the line.

I hope that there’s more here in me.

Stale from the middle in.

My bro comes off, consider it.

I know that it’s played and it’s weak.

Wake up.

You’re faking.

I know that you’re lying awake.

Break off, shake down.

I’m tired of obeying the brain.

And yeah, I could be wrong.

Taking off.

And yeah, I could be wrong.

Jumping off.

And yeah, I could be done.

Slow down, fade out.

It’s all just a pattern for me.