Moceanu - Bayside

I’m s-i-c-k of my meaningless life

Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by

That’s r-e-a-l-i-t-y

Praise o-u-r lady of terrible guilt

That’s not my i-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will

That’s r-e-a-l-i-t-y

Mr.

c-o-o-l at all the shows

Your a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is old

This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y

And you might ask why

Nothing’s ever how it seems

I think I knew more when I was 13

When did life get so real?

And now I feel like I’m losing my mind

I used to think all the time

Now thinking hurts, and feeling is worse

I liked Reality better when it was a dream

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y