I became a writer So I can make my garden smaller Picking out ideas like flowers And arranging them in order Look at that one, it's a feeling I had after dreaming my ex-wife had died And it was down to me to design her afterlife And it felt fake It felt fake I became a singer So I can make my small voice carry See, I sound nasal when I talk I'm told it's like I'm always whining And I wanted to be sexy I just wanted to be noticed You know, the first show I played A girl told me I looked cute on stage And it felt fake It felt fake But it also felt a little bit like love And in retrospect That's really, really, really fucked me up I became an astronaut So I can see my house from space Floating in and out this fish tank Switching in all directions I would follow the railway for the rest of my life And never reach my destination Houston, do you copy? I feel we're lost entirely I looked out and nothing Felt nothing looking back at me o-oh And worst of all It still felt fake It still felt fake But I think that's fine So what if all this always feels a little fake to me? It'd be a shame to let that get between me and our good time