When she goes, she's gone If she stays, she stays here The girl does what she wants to do She knows what she wants to do And I know I'm fakin' it I'm not really makin' it I'm such a dubious soul And a walk in the garden Wears me down Tangled in the fallen vines Pickin' up the punch lines I've just been fakin' it Not really makin' it Is there any danger? No, no, not really Just lean on me Takin' time to treat Your friendly neighbors honestly I've just been fakin' it I'm not really makin' it This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor Look at me ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch, Have you had a busy day?") I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face and hands I know I'm fakin' it I'm not really makin' it This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it