I would listen to the radio

Or if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
In high tech studios in the valley
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
And scream at the top of my lungs

Til it sounded like I've been smoking

From the day that I was born
And you know that I would clap

My hands until they're red

Sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
And my feet would be glued to the floor

My head was high then

Higher than today
It was easy to believe in something
When I didn't know a goddamn thing

I close my eyelids

And wait for the clouds to part

And the sun to shine on me

Do you remember April 17th
When I lost my sh*t and a couple of teeth
And I said oh god I need someone to help me
Keep moving on my feet

It's getting harder harder to be real

To be real oh darling

Oh real darling

To be real

To be real oh darling