Pretending That You're Dead - Sam Fender

Can see through my lullabies

The prize, a letter

And I can’t get out my door

The bills, they 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

Is it really her with 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, I said, «Is that 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 sing

Is it really her with 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 with 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