Best Pretenders - The Plastics

Who saves the best for last?

And why we got to make it so strange?

Coming around the corner fast

Just hoping for an open lane

The minutes are exploding glass

And the hours go on for days

It’s the same old dysfunctional cast, making all the tired mistakes

All of the best pretenders

Why oh why must we wait?

I’m 45 minutes too late

I’m 45 minutes too early

I’m 45 minutes too late

I’m 45 minutes too early

So here comes the prodigal sun, burning the wake into day

The steel-scented hit and run, coming out the barrel of your face

Who saves the best for last?

And why did we have to make it so strange?

Coming round the corner fast

Just hoping for an open lane