I'm a Fake
The Used Lyrics


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Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.

Look at me, you can tell.
By the way I move and do my hair.
Do you think that it's me?
Or it's not me I don't even care.
I'm alive, I smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry!

Just look at me.
Look at me now.
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake).
Just look at me.
Look at me now.
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake).

Do I drink? Do I date?
I got perfect placements all my inks
Satisfied in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I got right now
I made sure I looked how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry!

Just look at me.
Look at me now.
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake).
Just look at me.




Look at me now.
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake).

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Used's "I'm a Fake" paint the picture of someone who is struggling to come to terms with their own identity, and the lengths they are willing to go to hide their pain and insecurities. The song opens with the lines "Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets." This suggests that the singer is trying to find a way to cope with their regrets, and is looking for an easy way out. The lyric "This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals" seems to suggest that they have tried to deal with their pain before, but it hasn't worked. Instead, they are not afraid to experience physical pain and would like to feel the pain of payment. This is followed by the lines "What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks." This could be interpreted to mean that the singer feels worthless and disposable, and has been treated as such.


The next line "Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks?" seems to reference a desire for connection and intimacy, which they are willing to pay for with pain. The singer then talks about leaving "space for the guilt to be liquid" which sets the stage for the rest of the song. The line "Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife." suggests that the singer is using pain to replace love and connection, and is aware that it is not a healthy substitute. The chorus is a repetition of the lines "Just look at me. Look at me now. (I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)." This could be interpreted as the singer's recognition of their own inauthenticity and the toll that it has taken on them. The second verse continues in a similar vein, with the singer describing their attempts to create a perfect image for themselves, "Do I drink? Do I date? I got perfect placements all my inks". The final lines of the song "I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry Dry!" suggest that while they may have managed to create a facade of strength, they are still hurting and disconnected from their emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

Small, simple, safe price.
I'm putting a price on my safety and sanity, and it's not a high one.


Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
I'm carrying around all of my regrets, even as I try to move forward.


This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
My pain is not something that will just go away with time. It's a deep wound that won't heal easily.


And I am not afraid to die.
I'm in so much pain that death seems like a better alternative.


I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I'll do anything to feel alive, even if it means hurting myself or others.


I want the pain of payment.
I'm willing to suffer the consequences of my actions, even if it means more pain.


What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
I'm so damaged that even small wounds feel like major injuries.


Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
My past experiences only make me feel more broken and alone.


Would you be my little cut?
Can you offer me a tiny bit of comfort or relief?


Would you be my thousand fucks?
Can you make me feel better, even if just for a moment?


And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
I want to give myself room to feel guilty for what I've done.


To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My guilt has become all-consuming, and it's drowning out everything else in my mind.


My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm calling out to the person who hurt me, hoping that they can fix me, even though I know it's selfish.


I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
I'm hurting myself as a way of trying to hurt or understand the person who caused my pain.


Love is not like anything.
Love is not something I can understand or make sense of in my current state.


Especially a fucking knife.
Using love as a weapon only makes things worse.


Look at me, you can tell.
I'm pretending to be someone I'm not, but I can't hide it forever.


By the way I move and do my hair.
I'm trying to present a certain image, but it's all just a facade.


Do you think that it's me?
Even I'm starting to question who I really am.


Or it's not me I don't even care.
I've lost touch with my true self, and I don't even care anymore.


I'm alive, I smell.
I'm trying to convince myself that I'm alive, even though everything feels dead.


I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I'm trying to scrub away my pain and guilt like it's dirt.


I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.
I'm trying to feel something, anything, even if it's just emptiness.


Do I drink? Do I date?
I'm trying to find anything to distract me from my pain and loneliness.


I got perfect placements all my inks.
I've tried to cover up my pain with tattoos, but it's not working.


Satisfied in your eyes.
I'm seeking validation and acceptance from those around me, even though it's not fulfilling.


I'm the biggest fan I got right now.
I'm my own biggest fan because I can't find anyone else to fill that void.


I made sure I looked how I wanted to look.
I'm trying to control what little I can in my life, even if it's just my appearance.


The people around me, the people surround me.
I'm surrounded by people, but I still feel so alone.


Just look at me.
I'm begging someone to see through my facade and help me.


Look at me now.
I'm at my breaking point and I need someone to save me.


(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake).
I'm a fake and I can't keep pretending like everything is okay.




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Written by: QUINN ALLMAN, JEPH HOWARD, ROBERT MCCRACKEN, BRANDEN STEINECKERT

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