Something About the Real World

These days have made a shade of you
These days have made a shade of you
A caterpillar slave
A caterpillar slave
The pen wears wing shapes through the page
The pen wears wing shapes through the page

Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Need something about the real world
Yeah

Like how the sky at night is a cliché
The sky at night is a cliché
We'll always love it anyway
We'll always love it anyway
A star becomes the eye of God
Oh, when you've got end times in your eyes

Something about the real world
Something about the real world
Needs something about the real world
Yeah

Like the time we ran the kissing booth
We ran the hell out of that booth
Under the window turning blue
And all your neighbors heard it too
There was no customer but me
There was no customer but you

Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That's something about the real world
Yeah

Count all the lightbulbs in the room
Count all the lightbulbs in the room
From door to wall, to door again
From door to wall, to door again
And admit you think a horse is just a unicorn
With an invisible horn, oh

Something about the real world
Something about the real world
That's something about the real world
Yeah

I have a picture
It's of a stone
I'm not an artist, I just drew this stone
Hey, angel, you're just a stone
I don't know how to throw away anymore (ooh)

I have a picture
It's of a tree
I'm not an artist (ooh), I just drew this tree (ooh)
It's the same tree I see every single morning
Looking out the window, at the tree (ooh)

I have a picture
It's of a knife
I'm not an artist (ooh), I just drew this knife (ooh)
And I know I can cut away the good
Or I can cut away the bad in life with this knife (ooh)

And I have a picture
It's of a heart
I don't know if it's mine (ooh), I just drew this heart (ooh)
Hey, heart
You're just a stone I don't know how to throw away anymore (ooh)

Light stabs out like windmill blades, from just a single dot
And I'm like, "Oh, that single dot must be a star" (ooh)
Light stabs out like windmill blades, from just a single dot
And I'm like, "Oh, that single dot must be a star" (ooh)

Light stabs out like windmill blades, from just a single dot
And I'm like, "Oh, that single dot must be a star" (ooh)
Light stabs out like windmill blades, from just a single dot
And I'm like, "Oh, that single dot must be a star"