[Intro: Ben Stevens]
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend

[Verse 1: Ben Steven's, Christian Rose]
I couldn't tell you what I used to be
Could you tell me what you used to see?
My bed has never been made for sleeping
And I can never turn down the light (Yeah, I could never)
But I feel like a pop star on the TV (Pop star)
Wonder what I've gotta do for you to see me
Like in a fever dream, such a feeling seems
To never leave my bedroom

[Chorus: Ben Stevens]
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend

[Verse 2: Christian Rose & Ben Stevens]
I don't know if I hate it
(I don't hate it, but it really fucking hurts)
The nightmares help me feel sometimes
(My imagination runs to places even worse)
Half of me is elated
(For your information, I remember we were crazy)
The other half is only fine
(Unintelligible profanity)
Yeah, I feel nothing
And when I go to sleep, I still feel nothing
I see you in my dreams and nothing
But it really fucking hurts and
My imagination runs to places even worse and
Called me on the telephone, 11:57
Told me that she still loves me, now I got depression
Deleted all the photos, better off solo
Going back to bed, so I don't have to learn a lesson
[Chorus: Ben Stevens]
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend (Ooh)
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend

[Bridge: Ben Stevens]
But nothing's ever really the end
As she drowns me slowly
With talk of love as I make-pretend
That she'll hold me
She'll hold me

[Chorus: Ben Stevens]
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus: Ben Stevens]
I've been hiding under covers from my nightmares
Is she holding to her pillow like I'm right there?
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend
(It's nothing more than make-pretend)
I've been hiding under memories and someday maybes
Holding to her pillow like she's right there
Is she ever coming home again?
It's nothing more than make-pretend

[Outro: Ben Stevens]
It's nothing more than make-pretend