Placebo

Not mine, but I can pretend.

Not mine to keep or love or take care of,

But mine to pretend.

They don't know if they should believe me,

And neither do I.

It's a matter of urgency in one aspect or another,

But mostly it's just one decision.

Take apart or keep in one piece.

Stitch it up?

Stay alive.

Not mine, but I can pretend.

I can keep you and love you and take care of you,

See you small and childish, grow and shape,

And pretend you're more than dead,

More thsn just limp and numb and lost,

But it's all a lie, and they know it too.

Not mine. But I can pretend.