The Gardener - The House Band

I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to fake it Don't ever meet their friends Tells you too much or not enough, or worse, exactly the wrong thing Every nuance, every detail, every movement Every smell, sound, phrase, inflection The way she laughs These are all the things that you either obsessively fetishize Or make yourself grow to love Although you are supposed to be done growing, she is still growing It's like a garden with two flowers One just blooming and casting a shadow just like yours And then it becomes struggle of sunlight or rain or weeds She and every she is doomed to be your idea of her She and every she is doomed to be your idea of her I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it But worse so, back to the point You are no longer the flower and the sun And most importantly the garden or the gardener A muse, your amusement I am used, it's all ruined if you meet their friends She and every she is doomed to be your idea of her She and every she is doomed to be your idea of her I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fake it You never wanted to share your concept of Your creation with any other gods or worshippers Your book isn't burned, it was never written Your book isn't burned, it was never written I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in and I'm learning to fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it Fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it

7-A What number is this to? 7-A Okay, don't get excited man, it's 'cause I'm short, I know Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But six rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes The shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh, our good time starts and ends Without all I want to spend But how much, baby, do we really need? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up, sleepy Jean