The Real Us

Yeah, what's good?

I'm getting real tired of our talks
Grabbing at straws and downing all these shots
And you can pick your fights
And I'll pick up your calls
But when it gets bright
You've put back up your walls!

You don't know the half of it
You don't know what's good if it stared you in the face
And I'm real tired of playing these games, yeah

You make the fall worth it
You make me want to quit
And I don't know what's good if
You're this bad and I'm this bad for you!

Admit it, I look good when I'm fucked up
And when I've had my fun, I want to sober up
But when you sit and call me
And when you're cup gets empty
I want to throw my car keys
And down another cup!

Why'd you only call me you're drunk?
Why'd I only call you when I'm sunk?
This game that we play is just fantasy
So tell me honestly, baby

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won't leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain't see-through

Drunken thoughts lead to pillow talks
And all I want are the pillow thoughts
Not the drunken talks, not the dro and shots
No connect-the-dots, yeah

(Yuh, yuh!)
All of these wounds but I don't really feel them anymore
All of these wounds but I refuse to leave or shut the door
Issues I can't handle healthily, or mentally
Coping with my ex is with the sex, so let it be
Bygones be bygones is what I'm trying to dwell on
But for this night you and I'm on some of type of love story gone wrong
But I don't mind when you bite on my lips and take off your nylons
But once the moon sets can we not keep this undone, baby?

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won't leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain't see-through



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Choi
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