Was it part of the plan to fuck it up so bad? Sorry mom and dad, nothing this good could ever last I got teeth made of glass and a table made of steel Nothing's real Life is a game That makes a man lose sigh of his own name It ain't Paquin, it's Paquin Now you know (yeah) The clouds are out, but that's okay I don't need sunshine, I need rain To drown the talking out Let's see what this talk is all about When I come back around You better give it to me straight (Well) Well, I give it, you take it, I live it, you fake it I bought it, you break it, you push it away Now everyone hates my guts Nothing's real, so play pretend In seven months it might just stumble into your hand And it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin Now you know (yeah) Nothing's real But life is a game That makes a man lose sigh of his own name Honey, it ain't Paquin, it's Paquin Now you know