Just For Show
Anna Scouten Lyrics

Sold our clothes to the fair,
We sold our clothes at the fair to get some money.

and we cut off our hair,
We also cut our hair, like how we're trying to make a big, drastic change in our lives.

like two kids on the run from the law.
We tried to escape as if we're running from something. We did it recklessly and impulsively.

Hit the road with a pack,
Then we hit the road, packing things up as we go along.

have no date to come back,
We don't have a set date to go back home.

got the plan from a movie you saw.
We got the idea to do this from a movie you saw, something that inspired you.

It took all that I had,
All my courage, strength, and resources were needed for this.

to admit I was sad, to be leaving here once and for all.
It was difficult to admit that I was sad to be leaving this place behind, possibly forever.

got no need to turn back
I have no intention of turning back now.

in a week I'll forget to have called.
In a week, I'll forget to call anyone from back home because I'm moving on with my life.

Without taking a look, pass the towns in your book.
We're driving past towns and not stopping to explore them, as if they are just some stops in a checklist.

I'm the queen of your old car's front seat.
I'm sitting in the front seat of your old car, feeling in charge and powerful.

and "all my heroes are dead" is all that you said when we thought about who we could meet.
You said that all your heroes are dead when we talked about who we could meet on this trip.

It took all that I had, bait my tongue and stood back.
It was hard not to speak my mind and stay silent instead.

Know the words and the names, just for show.
I know the words and the names, but I'm just playing along, pretending that I care.

with pursed lips, (not too alive OR start to lie)
I'm keeping my lips pursed, not showing much emotion or simply starting to lie to save myself trouble.

You know everything you wish to know, Don't you?
You sure that you know everything there is to know, don't you?

Mhhm.
Just a confirmation sound, like an agreement or a nod of the head.

For the stories, you tell I'd expect you'd know well, all the corners and holes in your mind.
Based on the stories that you tell, I expected you to know and understand yourself better than this.

But all your stories are dead, when you said in your head, beat the drum shared by all your kind.
It seems that your stories are hollow because of your mentality, following the same mundane, expected patterns as everyone else.

It took all that I had, not to say I was glad, I'd be seeing your face not at all.
I had to stop myself from expressing that I was happy with the idea of not seeing you again after this.

It's a trap I am glad to not fall, into, into.
Whatever it is that is keeping you stuck in your ways, I'm glad I'm not falling into the same trap as you, repeating the same patterns over and over again.