Real life is being alone
Pissing in the toilet
And wondering how to reproduce the sound
Of pee hitting water. Tickle? Twikle? SHHHHH?
Real life is you, trying not to be
So disturbing as to wake your neighbor
When you're drunk and loud and masturbating in
your bed at night
Long after you should be asleep
So you can get enough rest to go back to your work
that gives aches and pains
Advil will never take away.
Because real life is you
Standing with your money outside
A phonebooth that's broken,
Needing desperately to talk to a loved one
On the verge of leaving you.
Real life is you, failing every
Dream you've had for seven years
And about to toss in the towell.
Because real life is you standing alone
With no-one to confide in, and no shoulder to cry
on.