FEIGN (Single)

I thought I wanted autumn in a sugary glaze The heat in his veins I thought I wanted May, but I'm afraid of the rain 'Cause I'm papier-mâché But winter told me he'd stay When I forget to behave Always So now I'll sit at the grave Of our rose-colored days A love I can feign Is your mother there She knows it isn't fair Won't she pick up the phone Won't she let you come home Love I can feign Love I can feign Love I can feign Love I can feign