This Is Real Life

Choices and the voices of their lying lips Riding in the backseat of your closet ship Feeding while they're eating all our innocence And I know that this is real life In the backyard, on the loveseat With the TV in the cellar And I know that this is real life And I am talking to the sofa in the soda machine And they're giving up logic that I've never seen though Won't you let me in on your secret? In the cellar You can just blame a fortune teller I got a reason that I'm giving up Everything that I ever owned or I've ever got Or you ever gave me You wanna know the reason? Oh, I don't know my friends You wanna know the meaning? I don't know the reason Look at our creation, oh It's too boring, and then You want another way back home? I don't know direction You want to know a secret? You're my favorite friend You want to see me bleeding now? I'm calling this 'an end' And you don't do what you want to And they try to control you Why don't you laugh in my face again? You know that I haven't got enough friends Why don't you spit in my tears again? You know that this means my end