Real Life

Raised on heavy metal
You were riding with the devil
You got your sense of life figured out

And now all the way back
Its so hard to keep track
I'm still finding ways of letting you

Down by the Strathcona
Heard your Grandpas in a coma
And you tried hard not to cry

Said "the skies on fire
I'm so fuckin' tired
I'm trying to parse these feelings out tonight"

So, is this real life? Maybe no?
Are we bound to the rules of the physical world?

It's honest and tragic
And I'll always remember your words
"What'll we lose first?"

These empty slumbers are breaking up the covers
Could say its long way down

But our lines on fire
While we're cutting the wires
I'm not inclined to let you down

I never wanna breakdown recover
Refine late lines by the ton

And if I was inspired
Instead of so dead tired
Treppenwitz wouldn't get me so down

Is this real life? Maybe no?
Bound to the rules of the physical world

Honest and tragic
And I'll always remember your words
"What'll we lose first?"

And I sing to the birds as they chirp
Reach in the bush as it burns
With a hand round the bird as it turns

So, is this real life? Maybe no?
We're bound to the earth by centripetal force

It's honest and tragic
Yet the bird in my hand whispers
"It's better off then where we were"

Real life I don't know

Honest and tragic
I'll always remember your words
"What'll we lose first?"

And I realize I don't know
But I'm beginning understand it I suppose