No Offerings - The Aubreys, Lunar Vacation

Depression in a bottle

I cried after meeting him

In the streets, next to Washington Park

Berlin’s where he settled

Up and moved away again

And the tiniest conversation

I want the real life, the thing that’s real to me

This isn’t what I want

In time it doesn’t heal

I want the real life, show me something to be

I don’t have anyone around

I want it all

He’s talking and I’m nodding

I’m tryna find a way to leave

Lucy’s calling, but I can’t slip away

A part of me is dying

Excuse my brain from crying at

All the nonsense you’r spewing outside

I want the ral life, the thing that’s real to me

This isn’t what I want

In time it doesn’t heal

I want the real life, show me something to be

I don’t have anyone around

I want it all

I want the real life, the thing that’s real to me

Not anyone here is around

There’s nothing else to be

Show me a real life, a thing that’s just for me

And not for anybody else

I want it all

I want it all (All)

I want it all

It all, it all, it all

You know you want the real life

There’s nothing else to be

Show me a real life

Show me a real life

Show me a real life

Show it to me, show me

I’ll push you down in the park outside