Fake Brakes

I get through my day By sleeping And mourning the loss of creativity That is my way of coping With nothing at all Every little gesture is acting Faking my way into the heart of man Thank god I have my brakes now Or else I'd be in trouble Everyone is taking an interest In lurking on all that is and ever will Be mine and only mine Not for you guys At all I can hardly tell you how much I regret Cheating you all