They purchase such pretty purpose

This noise will destroy us

I’m afraid

I’ve got

No room for blood ‘cause the poison

Is already forcing its way into my veins

They purchase such pretty purpose

This noise will destroy us

I’m afraid

I’ve got

No room for blood ‘cause the poison

Is already forcing its way into my veins

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

I’ll fill this cup with my tears

And say three cheers to three more years

Or some other half-wit, half-written, replayed cliché

I guess they love the way that fiction feels

It’s so reoccurring: unwarped webs and orange peels

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

I wrote a story down and now I'm gonna live it

You plug your tones into the notes that I have written

And I will plagiarize my life until it’s finished

I wrote a story down and now I'm gonna live it, live it

And I will be my favorite character in it

And all my fake friends become real in it, yea

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is that they are not real

Real, real, real, real

Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, Oh

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is – they are not real

I have too many fake friends

And when I say “fake friends”

What I mean is – they are not real