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