LESS REAL

Need to take a trip somewhere
where long my hair can grow.
Where there is nothing to scare
me off of those river roads.
Well, well, well, well here I go.
I am on my way.
Here I go, I am on my way.

What’s the point of laughing
when all you do is ask me how I feel?
I feel less real.
I feel my spine is tightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Do you think it will ever be?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

What’s the point of marauding
for thirst? Don’t ever rid me of my peel.
I feel less real.
I feel my fear is heightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Do you think it will ever be?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

I am camping out on land.
Give me your hand, Mother Nature,
and satiate my soul.
Ease my soul.
Be graceful in your hold,
Mother Nature, satiate my soul.

What’s the point of finding
myself or even my right ring at sea?
I feel less real.
I feel my eyes are frightening.
Was anything ever right with me?
Was anything ever right with me?
Please don’t ask me how I feel
because I feel less real.

Well here I go.
Well, well here I go.
Well, well, well here I go.
Well, well, well, well here I go.
I am on my way.
Here I go, I am on my way.

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