The daylight is coming to a close
And your brother is sneaking off
with that Spanish dancer girl,
To show her off at all the places he goes
When he's too drunk to realize what he's lost.
Somebody breaks a bottle on somebody's car
I hear a neighbour cursing at the blue TV,
There's a voice in your head, telling you to go to bed
But it isn't me.
When you're alone, do the shadows seem more real
Than your friends do?
It's understood, there's no universal reality
So tell me, who do you pray to?
He's slipping in the backdoor
All sweat-bathed and glossy
You're wasted on the couch and I'm feeling kinda sorry
That I told you the truth about grocery market fruit
when all you wanted was some fresh pineapple.
When you're alone, do the shadows seem more real
Than your friends do?
It's understood, there's no universal reality
So tell me, who do you pray to?
Leave me, and join the ranks of
the undeclared.
The swallowed and spit out,
Ready but scared.
I'll hold your hand and tell you a lie
So you can wear that stupid smile till you die.
~lyrics and music written by Zara Ahmed~