Lyrics On with the Show - Owen

This is the role I was born to fake
A crucified villain, middle-aged
I memorized my lines and taught myself to cry
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before, I have no more
This is a cold for which I could not brave
To the bone
To the heart
To be taken to my grave
I foolishly thought you'd thaw eventually
On with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Is it my imagination, or have we been here before?
I recognize those hopeless eyes and tired lines

Every spike on the floor
Reminds me
Where I should be

This is the role I was born to fake
It's not a choice I made
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before, are out the door