Real House

We were playing house
'Til the rent went up
And they said, "Move out"
I don't wanna do that now
'Cause I like the lines in the script we wrote
Especially the ones un-spoke where
Where we just lock eyes

You said the show's getting bad
All of the TV sets make you sad
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be the reason for that

I know that you gotta move to a real house with real walls
A normal couch where your feet touch the floor
Your head's on the chest of someone you adore
But I'm gonna stay in a good dream, in the last scene
Where you told me the coffee is done
Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells, "Cut"
(This is one, take one)

This how it plays out
Every other night on a weekday
Begin to watch a movie around eight
Go to bed and fade the next day
Then all the lights go out
And all the audience cheers
You turn away and walk outta here
I remembered we're pretending to feel, oh yeah

Between the start and the stop is just a fiction
I think I like the lie like an addiction
That's why I didn't cry when the credits were run

I know that you gotta move to a real house with real walls
A normal couch where your feet touch the floor
Your head's on the chest of someone you adore
But I'm gonna stay in a good dream, in the last scene
Where you told me that the coffee is done
Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells-

Oh, a rerun is fine when you're in it
Until you know how it ended
Then you're just waiting for the screen to go black
Oh, oh, a rerun is fine when you're in it
If you stop before the last minute
And you start again
Can, can we start it again?
I, I don't think I can handle losing my best friend

You said the show's getting bad
All of the TV sets make you sad
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be the reason for that

You gotta move to a real house with real walls
A normal couch where your feet touch the floor
Your head's on the chest of someone you adore
But I'm gonna stay in the dream, in the last scene
Where you told me the coffee is done
Nobody move, watch trash TV and start again
Nobody move, watch trash TV and start again
Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells, "Cut"

I can't look at it, try it once more
Just let me do it by myself, you go away
(Can't do it) you don't say? (It's still not on, is it?)



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Writer(s): Samuel Cieri
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