Bright Side Fishing

I don't want To pretend That my life is glorious I don't want To amend The script is right on track with how it is I don't want to admit that there's something wrong I'll just keep my big mouth shut And carry on I don't want To pretend My fake smiles are exhausted I'm so sick Of pleasantries In the middle of catastrophes I don't want to admit that there's something wrong I'll just keep my big mouth shut And carry on I'll just grin and bear all of it Fed the bile of existence I'll just grin and bear all of it Play along in this climate Bright side fishing In a sea of fear I always come back empty handed and full of beer One of these days I'll catch A whopper for sure Then you won't be able to to tell me I'm living a lie That's for sure That's for sure I don't want To pretend That my life is glorious