Now I'm noticeably dumber than I was one year ago But I would like to think its a better thing But I'll tell myself almost anything these days It's a little complicated Lettin' people down is a full time business My shallow commitments surrounding me I snap my cell phone to escape
Now somewhere in this town Theres a lynch mob for me
Oh Charlatan me I can't control all these feelings Oh Charlatan me I can't control all these feelings (It's getting hard to stand up straight)
Now there's strangers in the kitchen I'm dodgin people like their bullets Cause were not talking were just practicing our small talk And I've learned tricks about saving face I gotta keep you all thinking that I'm loving this place I don't mean to be crude but I can't talk to you Without a cigarette in my hand
It's a crutch that holds me up It's my shield from all you
Oh Charlatan me I can't control all these feelings Oh Charlatan me I can't control all these feelings