| I’m sick of the same people I see every night
 | 
| The fake kisses, the fake friends, the fake fights
 | 
| I wish someone would fuck or punch someone tonight
 | 
| Well give me something real
 | 
| Show me what you feel, goddamn
 | 
| Instead of comatose delight
 | 
| Banana peel, yeah yeah yeah yeah
 | 
| Showtime reel, electric eel
 | 
| Is it real, or is it fake?
 | 
| Or have I changed?
 | 
| I’m sick of the same damn smile we wear just to save face
 | 
| And fuck mirrors and fuck all my expiration dates
 | 
| I wish that I could learn to just look away
 | 
| Walk away
 | 
| Give me something real
 | 
| Show me what you feel, goddamn
 | 
| Instead of comatose delight
 | 
| Banana peel, yeah yeah yeah yeah
 | 
| Showtime reel, electric eel
 | 
| Is it real, or is it fake?
 | 
| Or have I changed?
 | 
| I’m getting older, I’m giving up
 | 
| Bags under my eyes look bruised as fuck
 | 
| I’m getting older, I’m giving up
 | 
| There’s lines on my forehead with eyes wide shut
 | 
| I’m getting older, I’m giving up
 | 
| I don’t want anything from anyone at all
 | 
| Just know I still love you
 | 
| That’s not fiction, that’s fact
 | 
| I can be a curmudgeon who overreacts
 | 
| Give me something real
 | 
| Show me what you feel, goddamn
 | 
| Instead of comatose delight
 | 
| Banana peel, yeah yeah yeah yeah
 | 
| Showtime reel, electric eel
 | 
| Is it real, or is it fake?
 | 
| Or have I changed?
 | 
| Give me something real
 | 
| Show me what you feel, goddamn
 | 
| Instead of comatose delight
 | 
| Banana peel, yeah yeah yeah yeah
 | 
| Showtime reel, electric eel
 | 
| Is it real, or is it fake?
 | 
| Or have I changed? |