Time To Pretend by MGMT

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw
I'm in the prime of my life

Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives

I'll move to Paris
Shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars

You man the island
And the cocaine and the elegant cars

This is our decision
To live fast and die young
We've got the vision
Now let's have some fun

Yeah, it's overwhelming
But what else can we do
Get jobs in offices
And wake up for the morning commute

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
And digging up worms

I'll miss the comfort of my mother
And the weight of the world

I'll miss my sister, miss my father
Miss my dog and my home

Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
And the time spent alone

But there is really nothing
Nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start up anew

The models will have children
We'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models
Everything must run it's course

We'll choke on our vomit
And that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah