Fake IDs
Alex Wilson
Description
A nostalgic and emotionally resonant pop-country anthem that explores the bittersweet memories of young love and reckless abandon. Built upon a foundation of polished, beat-driven production, the track seamlessly blends infectious electric guitar riffs with a tight, modern drum groove. Confident, conversational vocals in the verses give way to surging, anthemic choruses layered with guitars, bold harmonies, and dynamic rhythm shifts. The song marries slick pop hooks with raw country emotion and youthful swagger, capturing the essence of small-town life and the ache of lost innocence.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) Two years ago, man, we owned this town Sun settin' gold as the dust kicked 'round my tires Your hand on my knee, had that look in your eye Felt like we were runnin' on pure bonfire. Stood in that line with a wallet and a lie You'd flash that smile, I'd flash that plastic grin The bouncer just nodded, didn't even ask why Felt like a king every time he let us in. (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, we were underage and over-the-top Orderin' two whiskeys, prayin' we wouldn't get caught Felt like Bonnie and Clyde with nothin' to lose Just a couple of kids breakin' all the rules... (Chorus) We were Fake IDs in a real love story Livin' on borrowed time and a whole lotta glory Just a picture of a stranger, a name that wasn't mine But the girl right beside me was one of a kind Now I'm twenty-one and the whiskey's pourin' free But all I taste are the real tears you cried over me. (Verse 2) Remember that night by the cheap neon light? You said my name and you laced your hand in mine Swore that "us" was the only thing that felt true That nothin' could touch me when I was with you. But the thing about games is someone gets tired The little white lies get tangled in the wire One stupid fight, one slam of a car door And we weren't playin' that game anymore. (Pre-Chorus) Yeah, we were underage and flyin' way too high Thought we could live forever in that cheap July sky Felt like king and queen with nothin' to lose Didn't know that kinda love could leave a black and blue... (Chorus) We were Fake IDs in a real love story Livin' on borrowed time and a whole lotta glory Just a picture of a stranger, a name that wasn't mine But the girl right beside me was one of a kind Now I'm twenty-one and the whiskey's pourin' free But all I taste are the real tears you cried over me. (Bridge) Walked in tonight, didn't even have to try The guy at the door just waved me on by. Feels kinda hollow, feels kinda strange How a couple of birthdays can make everything change. I should be celebratin', feelin' proud and new But this whole damn bar just feels empty without you. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) YEAH, WE WERE FAKE IDs IN A REAL LOVE STORY! LIVIN' ON BORROWED TIME AND A WHOLE LOTTA GLORY! JUST A PICTURE OF A STRANGER, A NAME THAT WASN'T MINE, BUT THE GIRL RIGHT BESIDE ME WAS ONE OF A KIND! NOW I'M TWENTY-ONE AND THE WHISKEY'S POURIN' FREE, BUT ALL I TASTE ARE THE REAL TEARS... THE REAL TEARS YOU CRIED OVER ME! (Outro) Yeah, the real tears... You cried over me.