Reality Winner
What is this feeling that I have
Like I'm caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?
With everything I've been through, everything I've done,
I don't play games and I don't care who won.
I just want to drink my tea on my porch
As I stare at the shapes in the clouds.
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, tell me, how will I know?
If the past is the past who's the winner
In this fucking reality show?
So please ya'll, don't @ me, I'm trying out this vibe,
I don't have to listen to your truth or your lies.
I'm turning off my phone now
And walking to the park where I go some days to hide.
And I'm looking at the birds now, flying in and out,
Taking what they need to make that long trip south.
I guess it's in the blood of the living
To work around that easy way out.
When my time comes, will I say it was enough?
When my time comes, will I feel like giving up?
Just let the past have its place
And move on to whatever is to come?
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, tell me how will I know?
If the past is the past who's the winner
In this fucking reality show?
What is this feeling that I have
Like I'm caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?
Like I'm caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?
With everything I've been through, everything I've done,
I don't play games and I don't care who won.
I just want to drink my tea on my porch
As I stare at the shapes in the clouds.
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, tell me, how will I know?
If the past is the past who's the winner
In this fucking reality show?
So please ya'll, don't @ me, I'm trying out this vibe,
I don't have to listen to your truth or your lies.
I'm turning off my phone now
And walking to the park where I go some days to hide.
And I'm looking at the birds now, flying in and out,
Taking what they need to make that long trip south.
I guess it's in the blood of the living
To work around that easy way out.
When my time comes, will I say it was enough?
When my time comes, will I feel like giving up?
Just let the past have its place
And move on to whatever is to come?
When my time comes, how will I go?
When my time comes, tell me how will I know?
If the past is the past who's the winner
In this fucking reality show?
What is this feeling that I have
Like I'm caught between the here and the now?
Just some shitty midlife crisis
That would bore even the steadiest crowd?
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Writer(s): Richard Bryant
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