Your Fake Friends

Words and music ©2000 by Dave Caruso

Got a roomful of noise and a pocketful of dreams
But your world of doubt is burstin' at the seams again
Got a head full of hope in twelve different keys
Six strings of pleasure to keep me company til the end
And no fake friends

We slid down hard on the ladder of life
And there's only a few rungs between us but it feels like ten
This one-whore town has sure got you down
While you're trying to wrestle your way through the cliques & trends
Of your fake friends

You're young and brash and talking trash like a debutante at school
But you only want me to speak the truth when it isn't harsh or cruel

Sorry to have been such a drag again
But I'm telling you straight, and I don't care who it offends
'Specially your fake friends

You flirt and play, then run away and you tell yourself it's cool
What are you afraid of?
Is this what you're made of?
Grow the hell up, Fool

The deeper the game, the more shallow you feel
You keep telling yourself that it's real, but it's only pretend
With your fake friends

You flirt and play, then runaway and you tell yourself it's cool
What are you afraid of?
Is this what you're made of?
Grow the hell up, Fool

I'm hoping you find your happiness in time
Maybe someday you'll wake up and see that that all depends
On you and your true friends