Get Real
I'm feeling kind of tired leading people around
By the scruff of their necks
I'm feeling kind of weak, and I've got some new words to express
I don't really care if the melody goes on with the rhythm
I'm tired of overthinking it
If I could make a beat, maybe I could get you a message
But I'm still contemplating it
I'm getting kind of tired of falling for the wrong girls
When the right one's taken up
I guess I'll be alone, 'cause I'd rather be alone with my demons
And they keep showing up
Time to get real
I'm feeling kind of sick from pushing my emotions down
But I can't throw 'em up
I believe in peace, but I still feel the rage
I think it's gonna blow me up
How come every time that I smile at a stranger
They don't even see
I guess they're too busy looking down at their phones
At how life's supposed to be
How come every time that I try to write a line
I can only think about you
I barely even know you
If I could find time in the day
Maybe I could sing a song about it
You'll probably never know about it
Time to get real
I got a couple holes in my teeth from eating half a million KitKats
To curb anxiety
I wish that I could speak and have it sound so sweet that you would fall in love with me
By the scruff of their necks
I'm feeling kind of weak, and I've got some new words to express
I don't really care if the melody goes on with the rhythm
I'm tired of overthinking it
If I could make a beat, maybe I could get you a message
But I'm still contemplating it
I'm getting kind of tired of falling for the wrong girls
When the right one's taken up
I guess I'll be alone, 'cause I'd rather be alone with my demons
And they keep showing up
Time to get real
I'm feeling kind of sick from pushing my emotions down
But I can't throw 'em up
I believe in peace, but I still feel the rage
I think it's gonna blow me up
How come every time that I smile at a stranger
They don't even see
I guess they're too busy looking down at their phones
At how life's supposed to be
How come every time that I try to write a line
I can only think about you
I barely even know you
If I could find time in the day
Maybe I could sing a song about it
You'll probably never know about it
Time to get real
I got a couple holes in my teeth from eating half a million KitKats
To curb anxiety
I wish that I could speak and have it sound so sweet that you would fall in love with me
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Rands
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