Maybe we’re just nothing at all
As we’re lying in the back of your ford
And I’ve never felt like this before
Just because our names on the wall
It doesn’t mean were invincible
To the changes in the things that we wanted
Tell me how you feel again
I’m just dancing round the edge
Knowing that everything ends
Pretend, pretend, pretend
Pretend, pretend, pretend
Pretend, pretend, pretend
Remember when we slept at the beach
You said you could stay here for weeks
It was sweet but I still wanted to leave
All I know is this is right now
Let’s call it what it is, it’s a great night out
It’s an overdose of serotonin
And nothing gives me a worse hangover
And I don’t wanna be sober
I’m still pulling you closer
Tell me how you feel again
I’m just dancing round the edge
Knowing that everything ends
Pretend, pretend, pretend
Pretend, pretend, pretend
Pretend, pretend, pretend
WRITERS
Al Wreaves, Christian Fabich, Sam Hutton, Sam Sure, Sophia Alexa