Depression in a bottle
I cried after meeting him
In the streets next to Washington Park
Berlins where he settled
Up and moved away again
And the tiniest conversation

I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
This isn't what I want
In time it doesn't heal
I want the real life, show me something to be
Don't have anyone around
I want it all

He's talking and I'm nodding
Tryna find a way to leave
Lucy's calling, but I can't slip away
A part of me is dying
Excuse my brain from crying at
All the nonsense you're spewing outside

I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
This isn't what I want
In time it doesn't heal
I want the real life, show me something to be
Don't have anyone around
I want it all

I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
Not anyone here's around
There's nothing else to be
Show me a real life, a thing that's just for me
And not for anybody else
I want it all
I want it all
It all, it all, it all
(You know you want the real life!)
Show me a real life
(Show me, show me)
(Show me)
Show me (I'll push you down in the park outside)