real life

Zella Day

Back in the monastery where the girls all learned to smoke
My house is full of idiots, yeah, I'm starting to go broke
Oh, I never knew, no
I never knew where all my money would go

Oh, that's real life
Real life
Real life

My man, he's thinkin' of me in stormy California weather
I want his ship to sail so I can hold on tight
But he's still living at his mother's
I want his misty eyes to warm my bed at night
But he's so stuck inside his emotions
Yeah, there's no one

Oh, that's real life
Real life
Real life
It happens over and over and
Real life
Real life
Real life
It happens over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over

I've seen a television host put a cage around the children
(Ba-ba-ba)
Make 'em scream for the American dream
just to tell 'em they're undeserving

Real life
Real life
Real life
It happens over and over and
Real life
Real life
Real life
Wake me up when it's over

Wake me up when it's over
Over and over
Wake me up when it's over
Over and over
Wake me up when it's over
Over and over