Courtesy Of - Running Touch

I think I’m tired of hearing don’t

With ticket stubs in front of me

Paint my house all shades of gold

That way I can’t see

He’s not real, real, real, no

Real, real, no, hey, no, no

Real, real, real, no, no

No, no

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

Quarter your visits and then some

As every breath disturbs me

And I would have no one know

Of all these years waiting

Days spend whiling and waiting

In an anvil of sheets, yeah

An anvil of sheets

Your nose upon mine as I would go

But who would you have if I were to leave?

He’s not real, real, real, no no

Real, real, no, hey, no, no

Real, real, real, no, no

No, no, no, hey, no, no

He’s not real, real, real, no no

Real, real, no, hey, no, no

Real, real, real, no, no

No, no

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own