The ninth track off of Max’s debut album, very similar to Great American Novel, talks about his romance with a richer women. He knows this love won’t work and isn’t real. It’s dream for him to love someone like her.
[Verse 1]
You're a god blessed, well dressed socialite queen
I'm a redneck, half-drunk trailer park breed
When we go to parties, you don't want to be seen
With a boy, with a boy, with a boy like me
[Verse 2]
I've been hanging around with the old silk hat
Listening to the stories that the bums spit out
While you're off in some wonderland
Looking for a parallel kind of man
I said looking for a parallel kind of man
[Bridge]
Halloween I bought you twelve white roses
You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel
I was scared of heights
So New York stole ya
Why can't it just be real
Why is it never real
[Verse 3]
In a broken down, broken down, broken down van
On the side of the road where the city ends
You're a dream, you're a dream, you're a dream I had
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that