Who's this person? I don't know you
Doing things that just don't fit
Walking 'round with such a swagger
Acting like you're really it
We were always doing nice things
Being stupid at the mall
But now you take yourself so seriously
Acting like you've seen it all before
But I just want the

The real you
The one who turns bright red
The real you
Sci-fi books in bed
I don't need no showy, flashy, brashy act
But I just want the, the real you

Who's this person? I don't know you
Saying things that make no sense
Abstract words devoid of meaning
Was it all just a pretense?
At some point I saw you clearly
Your intentions seemed on track
But somewhere down the road you lost yourself
And I just want the old you back
Again, but I just want the

The real you
The one who turns bright red
The real you
Sci-fi books in bed
I don't need no showy, flashy, brashy act
But maybe that's the, the real you (the real, the real)

The real you
The one who turns bright red
The real you
Sci-fi books in bed
I don't need no showy, flashy, brashy act
But maybe that's the, the real you (the real, the real)

The one who'd cling to my arm in the dark
The one who'd eat the smaller half
Make all my brothers and sisters laugh
(The real you, the real you)
The one who knew and would share all my dreams
But the one who tore them apart at the seams
Guess it can never truly be

The real you
The real you
The real you
The real you

The real you
The one who turns bright red
The real you
Sci-fi books in bed
I don't need no showy, flashy, brashy act
But maybe that's the, the real you (the real, the real)