Costume

Things have changed, I'm not that weird anymore Mellowed out a bunch since those days you held in high regard I've found my way, sense of purpose and my soul still racing towards oblivion You pretend I'm young again, I'll dress up like someone I'm not I could throw the makeup on if that's the guy you think you want Conjured and awakened, I'll wear whatever makes you hot I could throw some spandex on if that's the guy you think you want Closet stuffed with stage-worn breads, my heart, my head I wish you'd raid it, live for the date, say a prayer, smoke another blunt, let the right one in You pretend I'm relevant, I'll dress up like someone I'm not I could throw the makeup on if that's the guy you think you want Conjured and awakened, I'll wear whatever makes you hot I could throw some fishnets on if that's the guy you think you want This ain't a way of life, not one I'd want to live It's a costume forged to sell the music, but lately nothing fits It's all small, medium sizes Still racing towards oblivion It's doubtful I'll be relevant, and I'll dress up like someone I'm not I could throw the makeup on if that's the guy you think you want Conjured and awakened, I'll wear whatever makes you hot I could throw a fishnet on if that's the guy you think you want