The Falling Man (Fake It 'til We Make It)

You’re so fucking young
This isn’t even going to affect you
Except it’s going to scar you for life
But otherwise it doesn’t matter

I am one of your many strings to pull
And you are one of the few of my iron shackles
That chain me to this fucking town
Like a collared dog staked to the ground

You make me feel like the falling man
Do or don't, Stay or go, I'm damned
I’m getting out of this burning building
And jumping out the window
Because I want the fresh air in falling
And to see how far my luck goes

There is no sense in standing in the flames
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
There is no point in fighting for my fame
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
Not when you’re around.
No, not when you’re around.

My words are a shot in the arm
You think they’d hurt so much worse
You’ll wince and cringe, As if they did
But it’s a pain that’s well rehearsed
I know this act isn’t your first.

My words are a shot in the arm
But you’re surrounded by doctors and nurses
Waiting on you, on hand and foot
With tissues for your dry eyes


You know what? Fuck it.

Maybe it’s the people in this room but
the future’s pretty hazy from here, but I
Know that we use to have something That I
could hold on to tightly when I
Felt like I was falling in to the raging rivers
That would drag me through life
as if I was everyone else

I felt like I was falling in to the raging rivers
That would drag me through life
as if I was everyone else

Not to long ago
I knew
you were that the log
that I caught
To keep my head above water

I feel like I’m drowning now
But it all must be
All for the better
Because looking back
At what I looked forward to
The future has a lot
To do with you.

So I’m gonna fake it til I make it
If I don’t see my name in lights
I’ll trace it in the stars tonight
Lets fake it until we make it
If the words don’t feel just right
I’ll let the pen just write, Just write

There is no sense in standing in the flames
The lights are bright, but they’ll never be mine
There is no point in fighting for my fame
I’ll trace my name in the stars tonight

Maybe all we need is a little
Confidence
To change our luck
To get us there
To get us home

Maybe all we need is a little
Shove
To change our luck
To get us there
To get us
Home.

The Falling Man (Fake It 'til We Make It)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin