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, uh-uh

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, to pretend

We’re fated to pretend, to pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds

And the animals and diggin' 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, to pretend

We’re fated to pretend, to pretend

I said yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah