the sun is up and i'm still down. i'm lost and once again i'm found. how to sleep? how to turn off all the truth? how to turn a thorny noise to something smooth? i wanna make it, just like you've made it. i wanna fake it, but we're not the same. you know we're not the same. a boy in his 30s still waiting to be a man, under his pillow he's got a gun. and every night his muted shots to the empty side of his bed.. they can be heard down here babe, deep inside my head. i wanna make it, just like you've made it. i wanna fake it, but we're not the same. you know we're not the same.