To Be Real

So you stare at the ceiling
and count the lines on the walls
your head is reeling
but its nothing at all
Do you sit and wonder
will this turn out right
do you ever wonder
did you play all the cards this life

I hear you call my name
but you're calling like the weather
I've heard you call my name before
then you say sometimes
you want me to know how you feel
all I want right now my love is something to touch to be real
Is it there on the ceiling
was it such a great fall
why is your head reeling
when its nothing at all

Do you still sit and wonder
did this all play out right
the truth you know is easy
and pierces the darkest of nights.

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