I guess I'm not ready for real life.
I guess I'm just not ready for real life.
But I show up ev'ry now and then,
Then and again, between each way back when.
Ev'ry time the reels are slightly changed,
Good times pasted in, and dearth rearranged.
Ev'ry breath I steal is justified,
And ev'ry little battle glorified.
But in real life there's no storyboard,
Oscars, edit rooms, and sometimes I'm bored.
So I drift to dream in black and white,
Just a dust mote in a projector's light.
I guess I'm just not ready for real life.
But I show up ev'ry now and then,
Then and again, between each way back when.
Ev'ry time the reels are slightly changed,
Good times pasted in, and dearth rearranged.
Ev'ry breath I steal is justified,
And ev'ry little battle glorified.
But in real life there's no storyboard,
Oscars, edit rooms, and sometimes I'm bored.
So I drift to dream in black and white,
Just a dust mote in a projector's light.
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