I am X – I Like Pretending lyrics

by A.

I couldn’t find these lyrics anywhere, so I thought I’d transcribe and post them for Google’s edification.

The song is from I AM X, the stage name of Chris Corner the wonderful former singer for the Sneaker Pimps. The song has this really catchy melody made from this synth I’ve never heard before. Anyway.

Your silver skin
Crawls in rhythm
Sweats like spring
Returns me to the death wish

And all my epiphanies
that branded me
and broke my knees
confirms me
into the death wish

Misfits are free
the gravity pure
expression tears and pulls them
into the death wish

and all our accessories
that concentrate the pain and tears
and brace them with the death wish

Are we pretending
Are we pretending
Are we pretending
‘Cause I like pretending

And are we machines
Obsolete, alone
a symbiotic
self-indulgence

And if we dig deep
the circuitry burnt out
bends into erotic repitition

But your silver skin
Serves my aching curses
And reminds me
That you’re worth it
The whole world’s insanities

The bleeding hearts and tragedies
Won’t distract me
From the death wish

Are we pretending
Are we pretending
Are we pretending
‘Cause I like pretending

Christmas was anticlimactic. I woke up at 1 p.m. (a first for me, I think), and we ate before we opened the six or so presents (that includes cards) that we had. There were only four people this Christmas. We didn’t even have to put the leaf in the table.

Yeah.

I did go over to Kathleen’s afterwards. Kelly was there. I talked with Kathleen for a long time, Kelly was on the phone arguing with Jesse…I felt really embarrassed for overhearing it. I wanted to say something to her, but I didn’t know what.

I don’t know what our family has come to. Grammie is too crazy to make us food (and she was really really sick) so my dad made most of everything. It took all of my discretion to not talk about John being dead. It’s so strange…I hated John, but now that he’s gone, there is just this void in everyone’s life. There is no scapegoat for everything any more. There is no one for Grammie to be codependent on.

I wanted to tell Kelly that I’m sorry her life isn’t going as well as it should be, and that I wish her the best of luck in everything. But that is too stale to really say. I want some kind of soliloquy that would explain it all, but there isn’t one. I just think she’s made some bad decisions in the kind of people she wants to hang out with.

I even sort of got her a present, but I didn’t think it would be right to give it to her. I just don’t know how to fix the rift between us without confronting her about everything. I don’t have the right to confront her, though. That and I’ll never be able to hang out with Becky or Lacey any more. Which is probably more of an issue.

Well, my wrists hurt, I’m going to surf the web and try to forget about those things.