Band: fIVE dOLLAR mILKSHAKE
Album: Apartinthemiddle
Track: 5
Useless Information

This song, born out of boredom, took forever to name.
I basically tried to rewrite a song that I heard on the radio,
'cause I figured if Mr. Stipe can do it and come out with
Losing My Religion, then it can't be such a bad thing.

Fake Stars

She is just a little bit out of my reach
And this doesn't bode well for me
I'm an easy target for this 'cause I'm taken in by a kiss
And this doesn't bode well for me
TGI Monday, it's gonna be a fun day
And this doesn't bode well for me
I can remember the blue spring dress, it was an early test
And this doesn't bode well for me

Details of all my plans remain inside this shell of a man
But don't be sorry, don't share no pity

It's just a bunch of fake stars holding up what remains of this heart
And this doesn't bode well for me.
What I give I get it back, but that's all I get
And this doesn't bode well for me.
I know my days are numbered, I made a promise
I know my days are numbered, but I keep on causing the pain