Faking It

Don't worry about me, I've never been this happy. In my walls it's just all out-going calls. And my room's much cozier now that it's not packed with so much meaning. Everything that comes out your mouth doesn't have to be profound
And I won't say what, I won't say when. But maybe next time I'm gonna nail it. That daily thing that gives me the creeps and just stares at me so out of reach. Don't need to be good at faking it, don't need to be good at taking it