Out here its 95 degrees in the shade
Theres nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made
Ill be the last one standing, Im 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
Youre the only thing thats real

All the books Ive read just leave me cold
Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told
Its amazing how cheaply everyones 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
Youre the only thing thats real
I can do anything
Act like a fool or I can sing about you
Youre the only thing thats real

Its so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way
It wont take much to forget what youre trying to say