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
