The Performer Lyrics

Always performing for nobody

Always running from myself

Always nostalgic but maybe oddly

It's for things that I haven't felt

If I'm being honest then I really can't be

No not with all this going on

And I can't promise that I ever will be

I guess I've just been online too long

Openess that only tries to conceal

In an attempt to have the widest appeal

I wonder if there's any part of me left that real

I'm always living vicariously

Whether it's through me or someone else

Making my life be something worth watching

Instead of living through it myself

Openess that only tries to conceal

In an attempt to have the widest appeal

I wonder if there's any part of me left

I understand the irony in this

Begging for an attentive audience

To tell them something that they shouldn't do

Should start blaming me instead of preaching to you

Always performing for nobody

Always running from myself

Always nostalgic but maybe oddly

It's for things that I haven't felt