I can feel it when the rain comes
Hear the tin can roof
I'd rip off this ceiling honey
To see some proof
That it's real
Real
I'm not usually like this
Usually not so bland
I'm terrified of the way
I'm reminded
I'm not a boy
I'm a man
I can feel it when my heart drops
Taking all of me
Leaves me empty
And questioning
If it's real
Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?
Weepin
Cryin
Late night
Drivin
When you can't sleep
Do you feel me
And stay awake
Light up green leaves
Headlights blaring
Blankly staring
And the music reminds me
Of sometime behind me
Remember so kindly
But I guess that's gone
Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?