That's Not Your Real Name en The Early November

Slow down, fade out
It's almost a pattern for me
Lay down, mistakes out
They're all just like motions to me
And yeah I could be wrong

Wake up you're faking
I know that you're lying away
Break off,shake down
I'm tired of all playing the brakes

Crossed arms, crooked eyes
Baking lies, I'm off the line
I hope that there's more into you
Still from the middle inn
Road comes off, consider it
I know it's played and it's mean

Wake up you're faking
I know that you're lying away
Break off,shake down
I'm tired of all playing the brakes

And yeah I could be wrong
Taken off
Yeah I could be wrong
Don't be long
Yeah I could be done

Slow down, fade out
It's all just a pattern for me