Time to Pretend - MGMT

I'm feeling rough
I'm feeling raw
I'm in the prime of my life.

Let's make some music
make some money
find some models for wives.

I'll move to Paris,
shoot some heroin
and fuck with the stars.

You man the island
and the cocaine
and the elegant cars.

This is our decision
to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision,
now
let's
have
some
fun.

Yeah it's overwhelming,
but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices
and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers
and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds
and the animals
and digging up worms.

I'll miss the comfort
of my mother
and the weight
of the world.

I'll miss my sister,
miss my father,
miss my dog
and my home.

Yeah I'll miss the boredom
and the freedom
and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing,
nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten.
Life can always start up anew.

The models will have children,
we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models,
Everything must
run
its
course.

We'll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.