Pretending That You’re Dead

Sam Fender

Compositor: Sam Fender

Can't see through my letterbox
The prize, a letter
And I can't get out my door
The bailiffs come
But I don't care 'bout that
And everybody's asking me tonight
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
But I don't have the guts to say it

Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead

I write the news from everybody's lips
I saw you on the walkway with his hands on your hips
And I called it out, and said: With my best friend?
You said: You should probably leave
Tonight, everybody's asking me
If I'm alright
And I don't have the words to say

Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead

Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
I'm not alright