The Only Thing That's Real

Out here it's 95 degrees in the shade
 There's nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made
 I'll be the last one standing, I'm 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
 You're the only thing that's real
 All the books I've read just leave me cold
 Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told
 It's amazing how cheaply everyone's 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
 You're the only thing that's real
 I can do anything
 Act like a fool or I can sing about you
 You're the only thing that's real
 It's so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way
 It won't take much to forget what you're trying to say