Out here it`s 95 degrees in the shade
There`s nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made
I`ll be the last one standing, I`m not afraid
Of trippin` over myself, worrying `bout
the things they said
It feels just like being alone
I wish I was at home with you
You`re the only thing that`s real
All the books I`ve read just leave me cold
Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told
It`s amazing how cheaply everyone`s bought and sold
How easy we break, how easily we fold
And you know
It feels just like being alone
I wish I was at home with you
You`re the only thing that`s real
I can do anything
Act like a fool or I can sing about you
You`re the only thing that`s real
It`s so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way
It won`t take much to forget what you`re trying to say