Real Life

I feel like a figure skater waiting for summer time
A non-believer on the lookout for cloud signs
Lost in the dictionary entry for real life
I really hope there’s another kind

You keep on leaving to the sound of the landline
Getting religious in the shape of the star signs
Wish you had told me you were looking for real life
You could’ve asked me for some of mine

My heart is a hypnotist
So I sleep fine
No point in resisting it
It’s a long night
What good is an optimist
If I waste days
Thinking up ways
It could all break
And I feel grеat

We were survivors trappеd inside of a gold mine
Sensory deprivation making the time fly
I wonder if we could’ve been friends in real life
Good thing we only get one try

You’ve been rewatching all your failures in black and white
It’s self-reflection in the shape of a gunfight
Wish you had told me you were looking for real life
You could’ve asked me for some of mine