Escapism in the 21st Century
Pourin' from my mouth
So unheard impossible
Stories read aloud
Tiny words inaudible
Blockin' out the noise
Turns to mumbles for a while
Only hear my voice
Soothin' tones and lies
Think of somethin' better
Like a dream whatever
All it takes, you're gone
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
Somethin' in the fog
Pokin' through my memory
Unwritten in the song
Another lost reality
Only in my mind
Tryna leave it all behind
Only runnin' for a while
I come back down every time
I come back down every time
Think of somethin' better
Like a dream whatever
All it takes, you're gone
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real
When the real gets too real
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
So unheard impossible
Stories read aloud
Tiny words inaudible
Blockin' out the noise
Turns to mumbles for a while
Only hear my voice
Soothin' tones and lies
Think of somethin' better
Like a dream whatever
All it takes, you're gone
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
Somethin' in the fog
Pokin' through my memory
Unwritten in the song
Another lost reality
Only in my mind
Tryna leave it all behind
Only runnin' for a while
I come back down every time
I come back down every time
Think of somethin' better
Like a dream whatever
All it takes, you're gone
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real
When the real gets too real
Maybe you close your eyes and see the weekend
Maybe you lock the doors and no one comes in
Maybe you hear this song and know the feelin'
When the real gets too real lie a little more
Credits
Writer(s): Zacharie Gabriel Kline
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