Fake Laugh Honesty
There's a knocking at the door
From a hand that's knocked before
There's a rumbling underground
It's an old familiar sound
And when you hear me calling up
I'm not surprised you don't pick up
And when you hear me calling up
You don't pick up the phone
You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
You're looking at me so gormlessly
There's nothing you say I wanna hear
I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
There's a black Mercedes hearse
There's a pointless second verse
And when you hear me calling up
I'm not surprised you don't pick up
And when you hear me calling up
You'd rather be alone
You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
You're looking at me so gormlessly
There's nothing you say I wanna hear
I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
