Dirt on our faces, trynna get to places, that no ones ever been
Glad were related, were so damn creative, like no ones ever seen
Bet they all hate us, they all just faithless, trynna get through the week
But it don’t mean nothing

Even if we run out of ideas to keep us occupied
And it may always end in tears

Me and my brother we’re always pretending
That we could discover a world that we love
Me and my brother we’re always pretending
'Cause what we grew up in was just not enough

Getting told off 'cause we got home late, we’re sorry mum, we know you said eight
Now its nine then its ten then its bedtime again and it maybe later tomorrow

Even if we run out of ideas to keep us occupied
And it may always end in tears

Me and my brother we’re always pretending
That we could discover a world that we love
Me and my brother we’re always pretending
'Cause what we grew up in was just not enough


I know we never listen to what you say
I know we push the limits but thats okay
I know we never listen to what you say
I know we push the limits but thats okay
Me and my brother we’re always pretending
That we could discover a world that we love
Me and my brother we’re always pretending
'Cause what we grew up in was just not enough