Reality
Raining on the drive home
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
It's a little too late
She wants me gone in a day
She once swore that she would wait for me
Now she got nothing to say to me
And she's never gonna relate
Our feelings never the same
And now I'm only hanging by a thread
With gray skies right above my head
Raining on the drive home
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
I tried talking to her from bars in my own cell
For some reason I can't receive her, wanna Odell
No balls, causing racket
Ten is now the eleventh hour - risk all
Make it up to you for all those missed calls
Now I'm stuck on thin ice while you glide across the rink
Persuade me why you're right while you left me in the deep
Reality strikes, gets my hair wet, misery
Telling all your friends that I'm ancient history
Raining on the drive home
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
It's a little too late
She wants me gone in a day
She once swore that she would wait for me
Now she got nothing to say to me
And she's never gonna relate
Our feelings never the same
And now I'm only hanging by a thread
With gray skies right above my head
Raining on the drive home
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
I tried talking to her from bars in my own cell
For some reason I can't receive her, wanna Odell
No balls, causing racket
Ten is now the eleventh hour - risk all
Make it up to you for all those missed calls
Now I'm stuck on thin ice while you glide across the rink
Persuade me why you're right while you left me in the deep
Reality strikes, gets my hair wet, misery
Telling all your friends that I'm ancient history
Raining on the drive home
Bottles scatter my floor
Promise you we'd last long
Reality's a cruel joke
Danger with these high hopes
Left me on the tightrope
Hold you until hell's cold
Reality's a cruel joke
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Writer(s): Cein D'costa, Jesse Pinkowski
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