Surreal

I'm rethinking the ink on my arms It's 2 am and the ache in my heart Is all too real Yet it feels surreal To be apart Yesterday I saw a meteor fall I made a wish and I almost called It's all too real Yet it feels surreal We're here at all Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh What should I do with the sweatshirt you left Should I ask for the kettle you kept It feels surreal It's cold outside I see in my breath Wonder what your friends have had to say Seems like I don't know you; so much has changed You text me still But every sentence feels rearranged Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh You posted online is that what you need Think I'll write a record called Heart on My Sleeve Guess whatever heals and makes it real Is fine with me