I went out looking for a real thing
Didn't notice, it was hanging by the door
Didn't leave a message or anything
Yeah, she doesn't wanna wait for me, no more
Walking in the city with a real thing
No one tells you what the real thing is for
Making up a story for
Yeah, you spilled the real thing all over the floor
Driving on the highway, from the old place
Got a license for the real thing on the dash
Hopin' I can make it through to April
On whatever's left of all this label cash
No, I never thought I was the real thing
There were certain tests I thought that I would pass (ahh)
Maybe when you're older, you can give me that
