Really Lovers

Yeah I bet it sucks to meet me at this time
I know my humor can hold anything but I sometimes cry
My eyes out in a parked car
On Silver Lake boulevard

It's an understatement to say that I'm not the same
I've been shaped into pieces of moments I can't restrain
Myself from feeling so far
From anyone who has heart

Running I'm running ahead of my own bad thoughts
Could you kinda want this, I'm used to getting my hopes up
Over and over again
We're not really lovers or friends

Any pride that I knew has started to lose some face
Should I thank my therapist or my faith
That I could take what you say
And things don't always go my way

Running I'm running ahead of my own bad thoughts
Could you kinda want this, I'm used to getting my hopes up
Over and over again
We're not really lovers or friends
Over and over I'll say it
We're not really lovers or friends

Real lovers