Are you entertained? Are we everything you hoped for? Good Screams and smiles ain't really what we go for no more Results in being in a cold war with my own ego I'm floating on an ocean of solipsism, no shore I gotta text from my ex It said, "An artist, by definition, can never belong." The bird does not sing because it has an answer It sings because it has a song Maybe my songs are songs And my microphone is pointing God's finger Maybe I'm a prophet wearing the mask of a pop singer Maybe I'm a sociopath, hoping the mainstream media picks me next Maybe I'm a fake, I'm just here for the money and the free sex Maybe I'm just tryna get my tour bus moving as fast as the Earth spins, but in the opposite direction So I finally feel like I'm standing still then Maybe I'm on the brink of enlightenment I'm David reincarnated Maybe I just can't figure out how to separate My love from my hate Maybe my bar is too high Thus my heart is still on the shelf Maybe I'm just scared of putting time and commitment into anything but myself Maybe beauty is more easily seen by the untrained eye Maybe it's impossible to be a voice of a generation! And somebody's boyfriend at the same time Maybe I'm headed for a disaster I'm inching towards hell Or maybe, I'm on the tip of something magnificent Only time will tell Maybe having no shtick has become my shtick Maybe I only smile on stage And back there I'm a dick Maybe I never took that pill in Ibiza. I made it up! I know what sells, you're here Maybe Mike Posner's a fake name, I'm really somebody else Maybe I'm Illuminati A mathematician, an engineer Or maybe I really am Mike Posner! One-sixth of the dopest fuckin' band you'll ever hear! Maybe I'm what it looks like When God moves at a slower pace I'll never tell you who I really am Because this... this, is my poker face