The Real Girl
[Instrumental Intro]

How does she stay so the same?
While this body is rotting away with the sun
Little love, love is dripping from the ceiling
I wanna touch you but I can't take the feeling

So cold on the road, you’re seeing gold
A splash from the dope smoke as it hits your throat
And now she's stretching from the floor to the ceiling
She wanna touch you but she can't take the feeling

She was flashbacking through a crush
Took drugs on a rollercoaster
Smoke and watch the waves
Your head, my head on my shoulders
I wanna help you but I don’t think you need it
You try and touch me but I can't seem to feel it

[Instrumental Outro]