Was it part of the plan to fuck it up so bad?
Sorry mom and dad, nothing this good could ever last
I got teeth made of glass and a table made of steel

Nothing's real
Life is a game
That makes a man lose sigh of his own name
It ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know (yeah)

The clouds are out, but that's okay
I don't need sunshine, I need rain
To drown the talking out
Let's see what this talk is all about

When I come back around
You better give it to me straight

(Well)
Well, I give it, you take it, I live it, you fake it
I bought it, you break it, you push it away
Now everyone hates my guts

Nothing's real, so play pretend
In seven months it might just stumble into your hand
And it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know (yeah)

Nothing's real
But life is a game
That makes a man lose sigh of his own name
Honey, it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin
Now you know