Honesty - Fake Laugh

There’s a knocking at the door

From a hand that’s knocked before

There’s a rumbling underground

It’s an old familiar sound

And when you hear me calling up

I’m not surprised you don’t pick up

And when you hear me calling up

You don’t pick up the phone

You say I’m sick of your sick of your honesty

You’re looking at me so gormlessly

There’s nothing you say I wanna hear

I’m sick of your sick of your honesty

There’s a black Mercedes hearse

There’s a pointless second verse

And when you hear me calling up

I’m not surprised you don’t pick up

And when you hear me calling up

You’d rather be alone

You say I’m sick of your sick of your honesty

You’re looking at me so gormlessly

There’s nothing you say I wanna hear

I’m sick of your sick of your honesty