You always said I was the funny one And I always thought you were wrong Now your crooked teeth can't hide your lies no more You keep wearing your rings at night Like they hold some kind of truth you might like And you're holding hands with the memories You can't have, but you don't mind You don't seem to notice We're just trying to find some new kind of love to fake To take and make it our own You don't seem to notice that We're just trying to find some new kind of love to fake To take and make it our own