Mokena - Real Friends

Staring out the window in my bedroom makes me think back

I see me as a boy out there

Lying in the grass

Singing songs with all the wrong notes

And graduating high school as my mom cries

I’m writing the same song over and over again

And feeling lost

I’ve always felt so lost

I’m fucking up and getting over it

I’m over it

I’m fucking up and getting over it

I’m over it

I’m over it

I used to get half way home and give up on getting there

I’ll stumble over my own feet

Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me

I clenched the wheel the whole way home from Cleveland

With nothing more than my eyes half way open

And my hand smelling like smoke

Each mile I drive gets me closer to the streets that made me feel alone

I’m out of place and it doesn’t feel wrong

I’m fucking up and getting over it

I’m over it

I’m fucking up and getting over it

I’m over it

I’m over it

I used to get half way home and give up on getting there

I’ll stumble over my own feet

Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me

I’ll stumble over my own feet

Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me