Something About the Real World

These days have made a shade of you
These days have made a shade of you
A caterpillar slave
A caterpillar slave
The pen wears wing-shapes through the page
The pen wears wing-shapes through the page
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Need something about the real world
Here

Like how the sky at night is a cliché
The sky at night is a cliché
We'll always love it anyway
Wе'll always love it anyway
A star becomes thе eye of god
When you've got end times in your eyes
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Need something about the real world
Here

Like the time we ran the kissing booth
We ran the hell out of that booth
Under the window turning blue
And all your neighbors heard it too
There was no customer but me
There was no customer but you
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That’s something about the real world
There

Count all the lightbulbs in the room
Count all the lightbulbs in the room
From door to wall to door again
From door to wall to door again
And admit you think a horse is just
A unicorn with an invisible horn, oh
Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That's something about the real world
There

I have a picture
It's of a stone
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this stone
Hey angel, you're just a stone
I don't know how to throw away anymore

I have a picture
It's of a tree
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this tree
It’s the same tree I see every single morning
Looking out the window at the tree

I have a picture
It's of a knife
I'm not an artist, I just
Drew this knife
And I know I can cut away the good
Or I can cut away the bad
In life
With this knife

I have a picture
It's of a heart
I don't know if it's mine, I just
Drew this heart
Hey heart, you're just a stone
I don't know how to throw away anymore

Light stabs out like windmill blades
From just a single dot
And I'm like, Oh, that single dot
Must be a star