Anyone listen upnFelt as though I'd been screaming into the voidnBut it's enough for mennI wanna tell you somethingnI'm an actornIn the middle of productionnThis play takes place in a beach housenAnd my director gets a grand idea:nnLets take rehersal to the beachnIn western NYnWith nothing but ErienSoak in the wavesnGet in the mindsetnnHe didn't expect me to be so sadnTold him I belong on the roadnnWhen people take a year off after highschoolnSome say they want to travel cross countrynWhen asked whynSome reply I want to find myselfnWell maybe those liars donnI didn't take a year offnBut I made arrangements to lose myselfnOver and OvernOnly to be found againnI finally fell before too long nownIt's funny how I'm reminded nBy a Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake....nA fake fucking ocean in nowhere New York!nnHe didn't understand...nNo, No, he didn't understandnnI'll get over this