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