The weekend

On the weekend we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt oh we're living a lie
Double homicide

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie

These days people are not who they seem
Throwing it up and living it down for a virtual reality
We're puppets on a string for social media we're dancing
Pinocchio with a 4 foot nose my life's a joke so just keep laughing

That's all we can do to get by oh my nobody wants to see the ugly side

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie

We're doing pills in the bathroom, getting high on the couch in the back too
Doing line after line of okays I'm fine but I guess that's okay cause that shits been glorified
Behind the scenes which you don't see dark rooms and bottles we medicate problems
We do not solve them we just dissolve them the tip of our tongue with the lies that we become

That's all we can do to get by oh my
Nobody wants to see the ugly side
Nobody wants to see you fucking cry

On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie. (We're dying inside)
On the weekends we pretend we got it all together but we're falling apart in time. (We're dying inside)
We pose perfect pictures so no one knows we're hurt but oh we're living a lie
We're dying inside to feel alive
We're dying inside to feel alive